Golden Grasses in the Snow

The north wind blows the snow in swirling luminous eddies. Biting cold seeps into the woman’s fruitless body prostate on the ground. Sparkling snow, deep in some places, barren in others, fans over her splayed-out chestnut hair. Spiky golden stalks of grass rubbing in the wind, Scratching, scratching in the snow. ~ ~ ~ What … Continue reading Golden Grasses in the Snow