Snow
By Matthew T
Published 20 September 2023
I stumble forward
Into clumps of gelid snow.
It numbs my stiff limbs.
An icicle forms.
Snowflakes fill the chilly air,
Like dust in a room.
I cling to my clothes,
The only thing keeping me
From extreme frostbite.
And my only wish?
A warm cup of hot cocoa.
Rivers freeze over.
My sanctuary is
Still so far away and I
Doubt I will make it.
I can't bear to move,
Each movement sends pain rushing.
Still, I continue.