snow walk

I've walked about

in rain before

on else's tip toe -

so today I felt

like experimenting

with steadily falling snow.

Hastily dressed

I left the house

in a soul baring fleece

I chose to run -

too keen to test 
and dare the ice.

Does cold within

when layered on

with further flakes

serve to toughen,

the mould -

or will it melt

me to flow without

with watering of eye

and nose?

It's for this

I thumped with my feet

racing ground 

to perceive

feel and find -

no blight, no blaze

settled down

steam billowed

off my gasping mouth

i was rasping 
breath of fire.

It wasn't me

but flakes

that melted

and their tenderness 

touched my core -

with tears came out

knowing self

in all of a sudden 
downpour.

I knew 

now ferrous certain.

its my heart 

that is at fault -

it just never 

ever ceases to scorch

and snow'll not 

soothe or mend

it's been cast

its been set on fire

of its own!