A blanket of snow wraps me in death; Falling on me… slowly, gently; With my consciousness fading; They whisper me to sleep.
There is something so natural, In allowing the nature to take you. To peacefully lay in the wintry landscape, And slip into darkness.
As my last breath disappears into the sky, My final fleeting moments pass before my eyes. Thoughts of what could have been. I choose to succumb to the winterkill.