COLD

Nose running,
skin drying,
Lips chapping,
Fingers turning -
blue.

He dreads opening to door
entering the white.
With the frost set in,
ground hard and unbreakable.
The weather -
unbeatable.

Straining toward to path.
Looking back at the prints
left as he moves forward.
With each step his feet grow colder.
The icy water seeps through the crevice
and the bitter chill winds it's way in
between and opening in his coat.