Cold Mountain High: A Short Story

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

On April 4, 2017 at approximately 2:32 A.M. I, Deputy Hill was informed by dispatch of a possible over dose at the Trails Inn Motel.

Winter is a time of cold, when forests die and animals hide from the shrieking winds and biting cold. Winter is a time for survival against the odds. How apt that the speaker is struggling against the "lovely, dark and deep" woods to remember that he has "miles to go before [he] sleep[s]." The "easy wind" calls to him, and the "downy flake" beckons him to a comfortable sleep. If the speaker had paused on a bright summer day, the sleep might be just a short rest, but the poem is set on the "darkest evening of the year" while the "woods fill up with snow," and any rest taken in the "lovely, dark and deep" woods would result in the eternal sleep of death (474).

This poem reminded me of the stories that my parents tell me of their experiences of snow, as I have never seen snow. My mother grew up in Michigan with her seven siblings and she has told me all about what it was like waking up to the thick layer of fresh snow encasing everything and how it was the children’s job to clear the drive and walk way before school. She always complains how she ended up being to one who did most of the work as her siblings tended to play around in the snow more than actually shoveling it. She moved to Florida when she was seventeen and sternly claims that she does not miss the snow one bit. My father, on the other hand, has always hated snow with a passion. He grew up moving around from state to state and he dreaded

In the winter, “frosty wind [...] moans” (1) and “ earth [stands] hard as iron [and] water [is] like as tone” (2). The first stanza literally describes the winter and the coldness surrounding it; however, the diction such as “long ago” (4), sets a story-telling kind of mood. Also, assonance, repetition of the “o” sound, helps develop the imagery of the wind moaning. Repetition of snow, “snow on snow” also builds the imagery of snow falling. This

The first stanza revolves around the begin of the storm and how the narrator has become entrapped by a “tyrant spell.” A storms arrival can be seen through the first pair of lines, with phrases like “night darkening” and “wild winds”. The phrase “wild

I couldn't believe that we had missed the one turn were told to take. It was -5 degrees on Sunday River, one of the largest ski resorts in Maine, The website seid that most of the snow was covered with ice, not the best conditions but by all means not the worst.

Striding in an ocean of white, the frost-crusted mountain was a behemoth in its own way, the largest mountain ever recorded in human history since before the apocolypse. Overcoming it was no different from suicide for the people at that time, the people that hadn't awakened their life devices. On top of the celestial white rod potruded three mist-swirling peaks whose tops were indiscernible, though the middle one was rumored to be the lair of a mythical beast in legends.

Robert Frost uses imagery with examples of falling snow and the mysterious woods along with sound devices such as the warning of jingling of bells.Throughout the poem, Frost’s repetition of the woods gives readers a sense of mystery. “Woods that are lovely dark and deep” often are thought as unknown and can be captivating to the audience as they are to the man in the poem. “He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there's some mistake.” This line could be interpreted as a warning sign. The man in the poem has stopped listening to reason to the point where even the horse is telling him to stop. The horse is reminding the man that if he proceeds, he can’t escape his commitments and he has to face what's to come. The snow in this poem is silent and peacefully hypnotizing the man to feel relaxed or in a sleepy state of mind. “The only other sound’s the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.” The snow acts like a blanket that will cover him the farther he travels.

Rafel looked up from the creek before him to the ten-foot high privacy brick fence—encasing the Chamberlain Golf Resort—across the breadth of the snaking creek. His mission, for now, was to swim across the mile wide creek and through a channel underneath the walls to the man-made lake within the golf course. Where he would take up a sniper position and await further instructions on his unknown target. He still had about an hour of darkness to his advantage.

As the poem becomes increasingly complex, the conventional metaphor of falling “snow” contributes layer upon layer of meaning. The “downy flake” transcends its literal sense, becoming a ‘blanket’ that both obscures and numbs the senses, hiding the dangers whilst tempting the traveller to stop. The coldness and darkness of the setting contrasts the purity of snow with the shadowy, even sinister idea that nature is enticing us with eternal rest. Frost’s allusions to the poem, ‘Keen fitful gusts’ with the line “and miles to

Once upon many a time in an Ice rink, in the North Pole, there was a small boy named Jack Frost, but goes by Frosty, he was 139 years old which was 16 years in human time, standing at two feet tall. It was his first time ice skating in his life, Frosty’s parents were Canadian guards for Santa. The father, Anders, was an snowman and the mother, Antonia, was a elf, they both were guards for Santa for many decades, protecting the reindeer that pull Santa’s slay through the air. Frosty was going to turn 140 on December 24th and he was going to follow in his parent’s steps guarding the reindeer, but then three days after he had turned 54 he got a call from his friend Aksel “You are needed in the ice rink, you are not in any kind of trouble, you are just to come and talk.” Frosty then replied “Why, what is happening?” Aksel replied with “Just come and you will find out what is happening you need to be here.”

As a simile, Frost compares the birds singing “(thrush music…)” to the invitation, per say, “to the dark and lament” (16), in which he refers to death.

This is a cold poem in more ways than one.The subject matter is seasonally icy and so is the tone of the speaker. The insouciant delivery suggests

Winter is typical of death, as fortified in lines 6 to 11. The change from winter to spring and therefore, the cycle of nature, echoes the inescapable cycle of death as indicated at in the main line of the poem and upheld by the second stanza. Frost recommends that the acknowledgment of death is "dependably the same," quietly inferring his encounters with the deaths of individuals throughout his life have been visit. Through encountering the deaths of such a variety of friends and family, Frost recommends that in spite of the fact that the "onset" of agony is apparently endless, time ebbs away a portion of the overwhelming despondency and distress, even as death still waits in his heart, as resounded in the last two lines of the poem. Nonetheless, like his clear portrayal of the primary snowfall flagging winter's entry and how it covers everything ("the gathered snow lets down as white… on the yet revealed ground"), demise is inescapable and when it arrives, he feels as if he is encompassed by