Cold Winter Night
The cold air blowing through my frail body,
puts goose bumps all over me.
Walking through large snow drifts,
making time seem longer,
and each step taking away
my energy.
Time drags on into the night,
searching for shelter to hide from
the bitter cold winds.
Finding a cave brings relief, seeing
some logs, I start a fire to warm my
frozen hands.
Looking outside I see blizzard
conditions.
The warmth of the fire keeps
me warm, but will the the logs
let me make it through the
night or will I freezed like everything else.
Will have to make them last,
I refuse to die on this bitter cold
night.
In just a few hours dawn will be here,
and I will catch the noon train
to Jacksonville, where its been
in the 80's all week and not
a trace of snow.
So this will be my last night
and winter in this dreadful
place, I will see a new day
and smile once again.
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