Gotham Writers Prompt

When The Snow Melts

There will be a body there
Still warm

From something unknown
Unknowing
Half eaten
But still alive somehow
A hollow carcass
Heart beating steadily
Through the long cold nights

Knowing that a time would come
Sun over tree tops
Hissing of ice
Ready to melt
Melting
Leaving tracks in itself
Known only to itself
Of itself
By itself

Hidden and hiding
White on white on white
In plain sight

And only slightly out of reach
Of the sun and the moon and the stars
That circle
As we circle them
Hurling towards a place and a time

Where ice and snow melt
And freeze as one
To join and become
The shelf upon which I set my cup of tea
That will melt the snow
And uncover the still warm body
That has slept there
For centuries
For never
And forever
Waiting for me
To sit down beside it
And rest a warm cup of tea

My breath will be hot
And ragged
From chasing the sun and the moon and the stars
As we play tag and keep away and hide and seek In the velvet winter sky

That weeps for the snow
That it knows will have to melt again and again
Giving up her secrets and lies
Revealing her magic that no one will ever understand
Or even try to