The Northern Hill
The snow whirs over the cliff
The clouds are dark
With beauty, passion, and love
Stars passing in the night
A halo made
From a sliver of golden light
Reflected from the last light of day
The rush of the frozen air
Hits my lungs full on
The distinctive, sharp crunch
Of the ice as it splits
I go my way
They goes theirs
Eventually we loop in front of each other
And create a loose, untied figure-8
I start again
The sky partially illuminated by the diamond stars
The gleam radiates off the snow
Ice has formed once again
The clouds are dark
With desire, temptation, and loss
A shift in the weather
A change in life