part of fortune


porridge steaming,
smothered in brown sugar
and cinnamon. Assailing me
as I rouse
myself from the dream's narcotic.
frost on the windows
in a cipher of crystal.
a fairy tale of blue dawn snow
stretching for miles.
unbroken, pristine, lonely
In its breathless splendor.
covetous, for its purity,
for the slice of sled blades,
the ghost of parka swept angels,
the sprinkle of wonder
from a child's wide-eyed heart.
nature craves its bond
like porridge spooned
to the mouth of a christmas morn.
a scarlet bow
on a downhill flyer,
its steel whispering
white sugar to the soul.
red paint pleading
for the rasp of ice.
my mother, my lover, my sled,
my dreams steaming in a bowl
of forever's promises.
foretold from those days long ago.
my part of fortune.