The ground too frozen for crops to grow.
The lifeless bodies of our livestock engulfed in snow.
Too, devilish figures amongst the tree line; the branches
And briars iced over into treacherous daggers.
Man and Beast alike hiding within their holes,
Waiting for a glimpse of warm gold amongst the cold,
Dead wasteland. Limbs frail, snapping yet unmovable.
The frost penetrates all it touches and seeps into the soul.
Howls of hunger from deep inside the forest become
Entwined with the shrieks and screams of the wind.
All is frozen, hope and hell alike. All that could be
Lay dead in a crystalline coffin.
Supplies nearly depleted, hopes and dreams defeated,
The hot corona incapable of piercing the icy shroud.
And there she lay
Blackened and stiff --pale eyes affixed
Skyward-- imprisoned within a wintry cell.
As the blizzard devours.