The withdrawing

each day a little snow has fallen

collecting in crevices

changing his temperature degree by degree

so faint that only he can notice

large round flakes fall

onto his arms face breast

hold their shape for a moment

melt

He sees a dusting of snow on his shoulders

caressing over these last weeks accenting their bony shape

no energy to shake it off almost does not feel

the loss of warmth slowing blood

dark wind’s fury grows sneaks in through cracks

blows flakes smaller at an angle

onto his side making

mounds on hips

weight almost nothing

each morning muscles tighter

slower becoming rigid

blood cold almost ice

buried under drifts bound joints

frozen flesh

entombed in a home of snow

deeper eyes closed

hiding

snow-white

lost