The Portal

‘When I crave the snow, the piles and flakes increasing. I know I need Winter, the feminine healing that only my own soul can provide itself. I am in need of solitude and silence. Only the beating of my heart and blood in my veins to keep me company. Cycling through as I move the old transgressions from my bones, and out into the ether. Flittering on the plume of precipitation and crystallized into new form. A miracle of miracles. Recycled into a sweet bitterness that only the sting that icicles can bring. Too irresistible not to touch, too fragile to keep hold. Peek through it’s portal, through the glassy surface and distorted views. Perfect in the vision that was once inside you.’