Seeking warmth- my hand
in your pocket, my eyes
closed to our foolishness
We wander the snow-bound streets.
Am I so blind? Stumbling
in the chill of the wind
You pay no attention
to snow-covered tracks.
Fragile snowflakes form
one scorned tempest:
I forge new paths
with each glance your way
Wallowing, floundering
in a world of my own creation
Snow drifts, snow banks, you