A Native Winter

Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow the natives struggle to survive their daily lives disrupted returned overnight to the past living as their ancestors did the warm fog of their breath quickly dissipates in the frigid air doing battle against the cold some are defeated, overcome by the mist they go peacefully in the night each morning the icy land emerges slowly cold, darkened hearths await the light one that takes many days to arrive the only heat comes from the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips daily they wait eeking out an existence waiting for their world to reawaken from it's winter slumber. dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that ripped through the country January 2007