Frozen

A cold breathe leaves my mouth frozen solid I can feel it as laminated mid grey silver fog So cold that my lips shutters like a brown ground squirrel running Blinded, I can't see Blizzard storms Frozen leaves on trees none moving Timber of trees few fallen leaves I call out to the branches They reach out to me Snow falls falling down on my head My blue lips yellowed faced my statue is that I'm cold... Frozen 11/29/17