Blizzard

Numb

hands
and
freezing

toes.
Only warmth

is coming from
my heart.
Nose

frozen;
ears

icicles.
Wind

howling

like a

wolf

at the moon.

Aware and

so

sleepy

that I could just

d

r

o

p.

Want to

lie down

on the blanket

of ice

and wrap myself

in clouds

of snow.

Maybe

it will

make my dreams

softer

if I dream

with soft feathers

for my pillow.

But I trudge

on

with hailstones

prickling my face

like pins,

my brains supply

thoughts of

finally getting

home.

I

trudge

on.