Enchanted Peaks
As the Greek Goddess Persephone was enchanted
so also I have been,
Since I first tasted the bitter-sweet fruit
of the dead frozen land.
The icy cold. The glistening snow.
I must return every year.
For one-third of the year, the land dies
and I must go out into the white stillness.
I climb the highest peak,
and sail down on my wooden, winged feet.
I traverse through the deep powder.
I leap over the scarred terrain.
The world is frozen and dead,
But I survive and rejoice
in my captivity!
Please join me and explore the wonderfulness that you too can delight in!
Edited by Snowmiser - 3/30/12 at 1:58pm