Hairs rise up
Firm with determination on a
Dry cold desert
Against the force of winter.
The frozen air compresses
My body into a stuffed dwarf
And churns my stomach with the
Utmost force I was ignorant of.

There is no place for me
In this forsaken season.
Wandering around - unsuccessful
In finding the warmth that
Can embrace my numb skin.

Prayer is the only option to
Soothe my yearning
For Spring to carry the
New wave of heat
That will breathe life into
My lonely soul.