the trail ahead narrows
funneling into a hall
the snow crunches below me
echoing off the walls
the chamber is lined with ice
branches looming inward
steps bounce toward the exit
the cold inhale to my innards
emerging from the other side
the beauty having ceased
I will remember the elegance of the ice
to rival any Gatsby feast
~
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