Cold

I stare out into the white open field

Its cold fingers wrapping around

My warm core,

Pulling me into its icy abyss

A crystalline breath

Sweeps across the bright white

Tossing them around

Like a dog would its toy

It steals away the fog

Created by my breath

Turning it to nothing

Like the white void around

A frozen shiver

Snakes down my back

I clap my hands together,

A fruitless effort

To bring the feeling back

I look around once more,

Searching for your figure,

In the crisp white abyss.

I heed no avail,

And head back to the warmth

Of my loving fire.