The Dogs Of Winter Poem by Steven Robinson

The icy wind howls fiercely and gnaws at my face like a rabid dog,
it's claws scratching my nose and the teeth ever so sharp pierce through my over coat and lashing out at me as if never been feed and wanting to feast on my cold bones. The dogs of winter call my name they want my heart of warmth to turn it inside out.

I stay the course and face their fury, they chase me, taunting me, nipping at my heals, It feels like I will never get to my journeys end, the numbness all but taking over. I cannot feel my fingers have they been chewed on? , it feels so!
The dogs of winter call my name, they want my heart of warmth, to turn it inside out.

I take shelter at my destination, the cocoa warms my blood, and heals my flesh. It seems I was mistaken, my limbs are still intact, it was just my imagination. I can still hear the howling creatures, their voices rising upon the wind, I am safe now, warm and cosy until the next time I have to face the trail.