Caught in A Snow Dome

Suspended, untouchable, isolated, and completely alive and whole... my world of beauty, uncovered...you see, as the snow settles, here, now.

Shake my world with your vision, snow flies, swirls, and I am lost but found in this wintry orchard of deformed trees standing in rows, barren except for this one tree where I now stand, reaching for a golden orb, red cheeked, and topped with a cap of puffy white snow.

I reach for the fruit that illuminates this place and time, transforming it into the simplist, and most inexplicable of all beauties, the contrast of bright gold, and winter solace, and me, here, like Eve at the beginning of time, tasting this fresh, crisp, cold white flesh, forbidden, and exquisite.

I am the creator, making my way, breaking my rules, living a life that is more than I can dream in one temptation. Child, woman, old lady, eternal being, sealed within this perfect moment, eating this stolen apple, left here for the birds, I presume, and for someone like me, stunned, and unrepentant, happy as I can ever be.