Snow descends from the pale sky
Against a tree, I find myself
A lark sings in the distance
There's no visible path onward
Touching the ground, it disappears
The wind begins to gasp harder
Catching me in its mighty drift
Once more I try to revive
Numbness starts in my heart
I find I can barely move
The white flakes engulf
I push ahead farther, anew
To try to find where I'm going
Where could I be heading?
Unclear I make my own path
And forever I'm lost here
� November 3, 1999
