All alone in a terrible winter storm, I was sure my days on Earth were through.
Blue, my favorite color,
Warm, soothing, skies of summer.
Now it means death of my skin,
no oxygen, soon to be black and my end.
I no longer feel, only numb.
First was cold, burning pain, then none.
Trapped in a prison of frozen snow,
Hope slipping away, wind screams “Danger, GO!”
Too late now, I can’t fight it anymore.
My car, shelter for hours from weather war.
Slipped off the road, storm monster came to call.
Within a short time, a frozen curtain closed in.
Snowflakes, wonders of nature, each unique.
A master artist with splendid technique.
Earlier at home, cocoa, curled up, fireplace ablaze.
Beautiful flakes, dreams of winter fun, child like amaze.
Phone call comes, Mom has fallen, on my way.
Cell phone, purse, granola bar, gas low, not far.
Hours ago, don’t even know, phone dead, no cars in sight.
Walked a while, hazard lights, blinded, no means of flight.
I drift in and out, land of dream like confusion.
A pounding, someone screaming, “Lady, you alright?”
Long recovery, minus some fingers, seems like an illusion.
Caught in a frozen maze, sure it was my final vision of light.
By Kathie Stehr
Jan 16, 2021