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