Snow Blind

Snow packed mountain top

Wind in my face

Trudging through this bitter, biting foe

Sunlight blinking up at me

Jack lacerating my toes

Trudge on, Trudge on

Scornful cold seeping through, into every poor

Skin half frozen

Onward still I go

Blinking out the gray

Frail and fragile every step

Push on, Push on

Fighting still against the whipping gale

Forced back three for every step

Plow onward, Plow onward

Disorienting whiteout, turns away the course 

Frozen bitter to the core

Tramp forward, Tramp forward

Snow Blind, disoriented, distraught

Blustering wind, barren cold, blistered 

But still I fight and claw my way to the top  

 

Reviews

[willweb]

Now this was very cool or cold as it were. I could feel this as I read. I have hiked during a winter snow storm before and you have captured it perfectly.

[realmwriter]

Thank you very much. I truly appreciate it and I'm glad that you like it.

[Matching Socks]

Nice job on this one, I can definitely hear this conversation playing through the minds of those outdoor adventurists.

[realmwriter]

Thank you very much. I am very glad that you like it.

[MomzillaNC]

Brrr! I hate the cold. You made feel the bitter chill in my bones!

I was trying to achieve the same with my poem "Winter"
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MomzillaNC/1411162/