Falling, drifting, sparkling, covering the ground like a white blanket, burning, stinging, biting into your flesh, an icy storm, raging across the mountain.
(Challenge to write imagery to go with the above poem, author is unknown. )
Free fall, drifting along the currents, sun reflection so bright
covering the ground like a white blanket, my parachute opens
burning, stinging hot pin points of pain as I land on rocks
biting into your flesh, teeth so sharp they leave their mark,
an icy storm, so frigid the fingers of cold laces my arms,
raging across the mountain, I am lost.