The bitter cold sapped his strength, <br />he should have put his thicker coat on, <br />but now it was too late. <br />He trudged through the snow, now knee deep, <br />struggling to keep his balance, and his feet from slipping on the ice. <br />She would no doubt have left by now, <br />and he would have made the journey in vain. <br />To get to her was imperative, he couldn't lose her now, <br />not when he knew his feelings for her. <br />His whole life depended on it. <br />Suddenly, a figure loomed out of the snow swirls in front of him, <br />a slight figure, battling also against the cold. <br />'Are you lost? ' he asked, <br />'I'm looking for someone' the voice replied. <br />The voice tinkled in his mind, a voice, her voice, <br />was this a trick, a hallucination? <br />No, it was her, but how? <br />She stopped and grinned, teeth chattering, recognising him. <br />'I love you', she said, I couldn't go without you. <br /> <br />Two people seen striding through the snow, <br />arms wrapped around each other, <br />minding nothing, but the knowledge of being together, <br />and being warmed by their love. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowbound/
