Blinding whiteness came so fast. <br />Nothing could I see. <br />The wind was howling and I knew <br />The snow would bury me. <br />The bitter cold attacked my toes, <br />Followed by my fingers. <br />My clothes were wet and soggy <br />With dampness that just lingers. <br /> <br />I knew I must keep trying to move <br />If I wanted to survive. <br />But the will to go on was hard to find, <br />The will to stay alive. <br />It would be easier to lay myself down <br />And quietly wait for death. <br />I tried to conserve my energy <br />With every slowed down breath. <br /> <br />I said my prayers and cried some tears <br />Which froze upon my face. <br />I thought about my family at home <br />And hoped they’d find this place. <br />The snow was like a blanket of white <br />And I thought that I did see <br />The light of heaven shining down, <br />A light that was calling to me. <br /> <br />But then I heard the voice of angels <br />Who’d come to rescue me. <br />Snowmobiles whose lights were bright <br />And hands so tenderly <br />Raised me from my frozen tomb <br />And brought me back from the dead. <br />As the wind and whiteness slowly subsided <br />I looked up at them and said <br />“Thank you.”<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blizzard-4/
