A Glittering Shifting Thing

I grew up in a cold place not a barren place but a place where winter held true and the landscape was a glittering shifting thing that sifted and crunched and cracked I remember one morning a raven swooped above me its feathers brushing my head to be honest I don't think it saw me my eyelashesfurtrimhood all frost tipped in ice and I realized that I was also a glittering shifting thing that sifted and crunched and cracked *** With sincere thanks for your generous support this year, and wishing you a warm and bright winter solstice filled with joy and light! xo kmacd