Cold Poem by Cheryl Cheng

I'm shivering, I'm shivering.
Down in the deep dark snow.
Snow is white, it's blinding and fluffy
Yet it is crushing and dark and
Cold.

I'm shivering, I'm shivering.
No one is coming to the rescue.
Where is my Prince Charming
When I need him the most?

My hands are numb,
There's snow in my boots.
My throat is burning,
And my heart seems frozen.

I'm shivering, I'm shivering.
What's that I hear?
A warm snuffling, a proud bark.
Big loud footsteps that almost crack my skull.
The blinding darkness is slowly going away.

I see a face, a gloved hand reaching out
And suddenly,
I'm not so cold anymore.