I awake now to a cold so random.
Outside, icicles and snowy ice roads
I breathe again the breath of a phantom
As I fall worn to a story you told.
Shiver once more, warmth bids you now adieu
Heat your hands by hellfire and be glad
that the snowy mountains we all once knew
Crumbles no longer to block our lost paths
Perhaps it is silly to stare outside
Understand the cold numbs me even through doors.
I watched the lumberjacks grow the tall pines
Only to cut it down once more.
Now I fall asleep to the click of teeth
Staying inside, warmth now my only need.
