cold

i stood outside

in my only suit

amongst a crowd of people

i had not known

the air

was soo cold

that when the wind had blown

the frost scattered

across the dead grass

like the dust off a dirt road

the trees resembled

big brown cracks

in overcast skies of stone

and the breeze

felt like an icy slap

that stung my ears and nose

i tried to think

of warmer times

to conjure up some heat

but i listened to my mother's cries

and remained frozen in grief...