My hands have been so much colder than this before
Fingers numbed by more frigid air
Colder winds have blown across my skin
Through the cracks and crevices, the details and divots
A shiver that moves past the bones
Thickens blood and freezes nerves, colder
Blistering breezes, pelting, iced rain
Traveled about my face and forehead
Felt from temple to toe
The coldest is colder yet
And the best of the frozen has yet to come
To arrive, be seen, known and felt
The most frigid has yet to come
To meet the warmth of flesh
And to freeze, be frozen
In place, time, and movement
To be still, and stiller yet
The coldest is yet to come
Yet to come