Fire in the Snow
As if the speed at which you consume me matters.
Slowly burn me in the depth of your cold.
Fastly burn me with the greatness of your heat.
Either way—
you consume me in absolution.
Enveloped by the enormity of your power,
the contrast of your brutality, and your soft astounding beauty.
The stark intensity of the convergence—
And the peace provided in reward of its witness.
Fire in the Snow, set me free and alight my soul.
You can be my keeper.
I promise I’ll return to you,
again & again & again.