A fleeting fire
A Deep Breath of desire
A desperate fight against the woe
Surrounded by the snow

A flight of glimmer
A storm of shimmer
Striving with each blow
To wipe the new born footprints
Off the scattered snow

A gloomy breath of peace
Putting gnawing ghosts at ease
Heavenwards & out of sight
The Ghosts appear to go
While ruby drops of fire
Fall down into the snow

And as streams of silver flow
Reminding tangled winds of yesterday to blow
The Ghosts that just seemed on their way go
Return and laugh that she believed their faux

And while the Ghosts enjoy their flight
She watches from below
As the last light of her cigarette
Is put out by the snow.