Winterscape

Thet white velvet
Of winter
Beckons me
As the foothills shiver

I almost remember
The high country snows
Of another lifetime
The frozen river

My dreams
Jagged and keen
Jolt me awake
I inhale the northwind

Retracing
The thin trails
And sharp edges
Of where I have been

I almost choke
Upon the memories
Rebirthing themselves
Linking into a silver chain

I shake and shiver
Reality reveals his dark
And terrible face
I will not go there again