The Nature of Things

The year has been hard.
Your body weary, eyes not worthy of looking anywhere but the ground.
Sighs escape, a ghost leaving your mouth.
Memories upon memories stumbling on each others' boots, all demanding attention.
Dark secrets spilt, causing a strain on your mind, seeping through your knit cap.
Will it ever be forgiven?
Will it ever be forgotten?
Long breaths, falling snow, falling, and falling.
Covering the ugly, dying corpse that is the ground.
A layer of virgin white.
Untouched.
Nature's cold new beginnings, a second chance, a promise of a spring on the horizon.
Eyes, slowly look up.
Precious snowflakes gently fall
Sticking to wet, tear stained lashes
A cold new beginning has begun.
Winter.

The Child

Two small hollow dimples had accompanied the delicate pink watermelon slice shaped smile that had inhabited the little girl's heart shaped face. Freckles that had been sprinkled in batches on top of her peach toned skin, causing it to look like stars on a clear summer night. Tiny white, milky teeth danced in her mouth, sticking in all sorts of directions, and when she laughed her small baby nose crinkled, hiding the freckles on the bridge of her nose under her wrinkles. Her intense spearmint green eyes, pierced through anyone who looked in them for too long, and was surrounded by a thin muddy brown ring on the border that seperated the sharp mint green with the paper white of her eye. Her lashes strawberry blonde, like her long straight hair that had reached down to her waist.