Snow fog obliterated any way to find the path
A winter storm was the final nail in the coffin
I can't' survive the cold nor exposure to winds
My digits are fat and have no feeling, frostbite
The cost of a once in a lifetime cold, is my flesh
As one's lack of winter clothing becomes death
In time the snow will cover my corpse, frozen
I will appear in winter as a marker and warning
Nature has an absolute final word over our lives
However you plan to endure, it remains greater
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” Percy Bysshe Shelley
