| Wind whispers across the frozen landscape, And whistles in your ear, Icy and unwelcoming, You step into its grasp. It wraps its freezing fingers around you Like a blanket of ice. It pulls you in and makes you bend, Makes you push against it, Fighting to get free. Snowflakes kiss the ground around you, Like tears on a pillow, Forlorn and forgotten, But only until all have shed. |