As I trudged the snow-clad path,
Unwelcome by the gelid gusts of wind,
Howling like arctic wolves of the eerie night,
Flakes of snow pierce my skin like needles of ice
My ragged breathing escalates,
My eyes blaze from the cold,
Every breath is a stab to the throat
My ears are chiming like bells on a Christmas eve,
or a funeral
My view is hazy,
but not from the mist
I pull out every ounce of my energy, my strength,
Perhaps, my final breath
The time has come,
I lurch forward
This is the end, what a monochromous death...

Atleast that's what I thought
There you stood in front of me, greeting
Strikingly gorgeous, a timeless beauty,
Your fiery red petals,
like fresh blood on a white blanket
My final sight, a katsura amidst the winterstorm