Dawning Creations

The mountain quivered.
I felt it standing on the still stones.
I shivered in unison with it.
The cold snuck through the holes in my sleeves,
and in the space between my sneakers and pants.

To keep warm and steady myself,
I switched between both feet,
balancing on tip toes.
Leaning down to snap a photo, once still.

I watched the water move underneath the ice, letting my thoughts float along with it.
I could easily envision my troubles floating on the water surface like tragic paper boats.
They’d get caught in the air pockets and then sink down to the bottom,
only to be freed when precipitation reached them.
What a fantastic notion it is.