A winter ago…

A breath of life
Nudged the Barents,
As a mother would
Her child.

So I was lifted,
Waiting for the sun,
As the sky swelled
With a foreign light.

I thought of you
Where I would
Think of myself…

The sound of light
Was enough,
As winter
Traced her nails
Across my face,
Burning whispers
Layed gently
Upon my skin,
To remind me
The taste
Of you.