Clouds...
They resemble snow.
Eye-level-
I'm a mouse
Buried deep in
The cold, fluffy
Ice.
Leap over
Snow drifts
Of foot prints...
Humans.
The world,
So big,
I cannot see an end;
White goes on,
Never ending.
Not the horizon
Can halt it.
Mountains,
These hills.
I won't make it.
A frozen ice sculpture
My body will be,
Hidden beneath
Layers of the icy fluff.
My mind becomes
A blinding white fog.
And I'll wait for
The day I melt,
My meltdown.
Come summer,
The fuzzy caterpillars
Will warm me.