Seeking Sumer

Mighty does the wind blow. Aching to swallow life whole. The little life left Careening from the whole. Painted white. The forests dissipate from the land faded to ash.
Furrowed into the depths of the blizzard. Each weighty step, as if burdened by the decision of life or death, sink deep into the snow. The bitter cold gnaws, rips, and crushes her being. Nothing can be said, or hardy done. The sky is no longer. The Horizon left guideless. Pace by pace trudged through the snow. Placing her palm upon cheek and unfeeling, all is numb.
The warm hearth and low chatter of the village are all but whispers. Tormenting the mind. Peace sought in the mouth of the dead season’s beast. Comfort in being lost. She is almost swallowed.
Dancing in the corner of my eye a shadow’s flicker of a flame. Suddenly I felt the truth of the cold tearing and crushing once again. Swiftly I began the fight. Dragging through a path that instantly vanished in my stead. I let out a clamorous yell telling the flame to keep burning.
As the shadow turned yellow then orange then red, I halted once more at the mouth of the beast. I thought I was ready to stay. My eyes where frozen lakes, teeming with ice water ready for spring.
I collapsed to my knees and let out a cry completely muffled by the roar of winters beast. I crawled to the flame, built, sunken into the ground. Sheltered from the wind, I laid down. Regaining the warm breath of life and my despair with it.