The fingers crack!

The knees they snap.

The chills run up my back.

Cold wind bites

like unseen ice.

This is winter's rights;

to twist and rend

to the bitter end!

Knuckles knurled

and digits blue

My frosted lips leak

a layer of frozen dew.

A final shuddered breath

and then no more.

As I enter the numbing death

Of this icy shore.

Then silence

and snow

so soft and still

settles over me.