The cold catches my breath,
freezing, and I wonder-
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-
Static, white noise, snow in my ears,
It muffles my thoughts.
The cold is nice, for a change.
My fingers are numb and blue,
But it's okay now, it's okay.
If I trip and catch myself,
the sting wakes me, and I realise.
The snow is comforting, soothing.
Pain clears my thoughts
A gash in my finger causes red to bloom
It wells up and spills over
A child's red ball falling in time.
A crimson lotus blooms.