cold feet

your feet
and legs are boot
deep
in a snow drift
in your dream.
the white shroud
of the storm
covers
everything you
see.
there is no
light ahead
to get to, no
fence, or gate
to go over or
push through.
it's just
white and it
keeps coming.
snow on top of
snow, the cold
wind pushing it
against your face.
stiffening your
fingers,
turning your
lips blue, you
can't wait for
morning and this
to be over with.