An Encounter With Winter

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Clouds descending o’er the hills

A blanket, cold and white

The bite of winter gives me chills

I must be home tonight

 

The woods have shed their autumn reds,

And every tree is bare;

For summer’s cloak has long since fled

And ice has made its lair

 

The wind has grown from just a breeze

And makes the branches shiver

What vagabond could nature please

In its wonderful, wintry figure?

 

The sable horse I ride upon

Turns his head in nervous awe

His muzzle tight and shoulders drawn,

He sees some things that I do not

 

But as I watch the woods with care

The light of day takes leave from me;

Though snow be fresh and wind be fair

With cold of night I don’t agree

 

The blotted sky, now frozen black

Takes a toll upon my sight

Of all the earthly things I lack,

My will to see has taken flight!

 

Stumbling through the forest dark,

My horse and I are all but lost

The fairies must have made their mark,

For now the world is solid frost

 

What fool was I to tread this path!

With heat’s decline and daylight gone

I’m at the forest’s icy wrath

And hope to make it out by dawn

 

But as I ride in anguished thought,

A northern wind comes rushing in

Ten feet short it swiftly stops

And with it brings a ghastly din

 

The flakes once drifting through the air

Take a shape not of this world

Her skin is white, as is her hair

Atop her head, a crown of pearls

 

“Fool,” said she, “No mortal man

Can walk these woods and leave alive.

A touch of Lady Winter’s hand;

From solid ice thou shalt derive.”

 

Leaping promptly to the ground,

I bow my head in humble fear.

“Only a mortal man homebound

Would walk your woods this time of year.

 

But if your grace would set me free,

No man shall take this path again

Everyone will leave you be

And what was now will just be then.”

 

Her gaze is frostbite on my cheek

And makes my heart be stilled

Says she: “To let you wander, worn and weak

Would go against my will.

 

For what seems like eternity,

I’ve stayed in shadows deep

The chains of immortality

Have kept me from my sleep

 

Why should a traveler so bold

Be allowed to pass?

To venture forth into my cold

And never feel my wrath?”

 

Her fury, flurry, grew in strength

With every word she spoke

Until her mighty force, at length,

Became a world of smoke

 

I cried, “My lady! What have I done

To deserve a fate as this?

Though the bounds of oblivion has done thee wrong

So much your frozen heart hath missed!

 

Have not you seen the light of day?

Or felt midsummer’s warmth?

Would you have heard the donkey’s bray

Were you not all but storm?

 

But lo! the things I leave behind

Are for others to cherish;

Though Lady Winter leaves me blind,

With her I gladly perish.”

 

The world came to a sudden stop

As did my pending death;

The Lady’s eyes were grey and shot

Her voice was just a breath

 

Said she: “No mortal man has ever

Walked these woods and left alive

But more than that, no man has severed

My frozen heart so locked with ice.”

 

Soon the blizzard melted away

And returned to the folds of her cloak

“From the path never stray,” I heard her say,

The last she ever spoke.

 

She then took leave, a crystal flake

Upon a gentle breeze

The day had just begun to break;

It filled the woods with ease

 

I found my horse just down the walk

And mounted him with care

He led me from the forest dark

And into open air

 

The snow had melted from the hills,

A blanket, dew-dropped May

The sight of rooftops makes me thrilled,

I must be home today.

(From my uber talented middle child)

 

About Kelli K.

The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore. As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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