I watch as the last storms snow
begins to melt away
finally fading into the green-ish grass
to be forgotten until next winter
at least I hoped to forget.
news of the next blizzard
held me hostage with an icicle to my throat
the raging winds may blow me down
& render me blind as the world blurs
the water wells up in my eyes
& underneath my coat
as the snow soaks into my socks
buried by the blizzard before it blows in.
from the safety of a heated home,
I stare out my window
as the first snowflakes fall,
dazed,
distant,
cold,
I don’t remember the last time
I did not feel cold.