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.