Slip and Slide,
a childhood game,
also my walk to class

leaves fall slowly
harsh gusts
storm rushes in

icy roads
the car slides
into darkness

morning dew
frozen on the ground
crunches

bundled up
wobbling towards the hill
"Here we go!"

seeing my breath
welcome winter
and a fresh semester

morning snow
on her bottom lip
a drop of blood

icy wind
forced open doors
met with painfully closed eyes

all hope is lost
in the trenches
through the winter air