I take my time to live 

even when the the snow holds my thoughts down

even when I refuse to be frozen and the huskies

are unleached

Yet I can feel myself fading into the night

with my foggy breath and cold limbs 

too slow to validate my purpose

I dont want to be another winter tragedy 

But even then when others will glorify my death

I would know I left with a heart beating to the thrum

of falling snow