Trudging through the snow
cold, wet, bitter
Breaths coming out in shallow, little clouds
Green pines looming
Shadows daunting
Snowflakes drifting
Give up, give up
Wait, something in the distance?
A bridge of creaky wood
Time to cross, but then
Something behind makes a noise
What is this? A splintered stick
And behind that, a figure in blue
A hand held out, he grins
A breath later, you grasp
the hand of white bones
White like clouds, white like the snow
He smiles and cracks a joke
You smile and laugh
'cause despite the cold
Now you know
You're not alone.
