When she sees the cool light of day

She knows that wherever she hides

Soon frost will be on its way

Night comes over the day with ease

Cold wind freezes whenever it pleases

And the needles against her legs

Prickle and poke along her skin

When she sees the cool light of day

She knows that wherever she goes

"Cold" will be on its way

Shiver and shudder at the first sight of frost

She wraps her coat tightly

Tucks her pants in her socks

Cold wind needles turn into swords

They slash her and lash her

Until she falls softly to the ground

And slowly, slowly stops breathing

When she opens her eyes a slit

She sees the white flutters of cold

Weeping weeping on her frozen body

As she lay there unmoving on her back

The white starts gathering on top of her

Soon as she closes her eyes

She will not be seen

No one no one will notice

No one no one will weep over her body

Except the soft white snow