Frozen Forest

Within a clearing I stand at the Forests dusk. White snow blankets the ground, and the trees so tall They touch the sky. One step after the last , traversing the misty slow Through the frozen forest. But as I move the weather does too. Changing form from soft snow-flakes Into lashing daggers. Vision shrouded by the beating wings of the blizzard. Yet I have to remain calm… still. Breathing slowly, Slower. I can hear it… Ba-dum… Ba-dum… Ba-dum… Cold, so cold, frozen. Yet the coldness of the forest Can never overcome the warmth Of my beating heart.