Footfalls muffled by numbing snow,

Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains.

Gloves held tight,

Between frozen palms,

Keeping heat from escaping her arms.

Coat tangled up

In little marching legs.

Scarf wrapped tightly,

Hat upon her head.

Pigtails golden

Against the bitter frost.

“Where am I winter?

I think I’m lost.”