A Picture of Blue and White

I lay

 cold and bitter in the snow 

as the wind slowly trickles 

from my head down to my toes

As my body is tense 

And my arms are crossed 

Acting as a shield from the harsh swirl of wind and nature

My legs have grown too tired today 

 to move any farther into this land of snow 

And I am content staring at the clear sky as it twirls through my head 

And twiddles with my mind 

I don't seem to mind the frost climbing up toward my nose 

I forgot it was there

Even if the world has been painted white

With a soft-powered layer of pain and ice

 the sun still shines down on me 

As I trace the clouds with my eyes

Creating a picture of blue and white

for my thoughts to explore

I lay there until the blue starts to mix with the orange 

and the sun doesn’t shine so bright 

Until the only noise left in these woods

 is the screech of trees stretching from their skin 

and my breath being heard for miles