White Cloud Breath

The sun is in my eyes
I am facing east
The sky is a perfect blue
It shines its blue in the puddles

I envy all of it, the dark grey brown charcoal road
It was orginally black
The green moistured grass
The cold air, the warmth of the sun

I am walking away, my back is warmed by the sun
The puddles are now muddy and a dirty green like brown
My lips are cracked, my hands are cold
My skin is whiter

Winter has come, made its presense
I am leaving the old life behind
The wind is blowing west
I am crawling away from glory

Without want of doing so
There is less warmth radiating my back
My hands are almost numb
My breath strings out elegantly like the clouds in the sky

Summer is dead
Winter buried it
I was warm, now I am near frozen, almost numb