Dear Mother

Why I'm Cold.
Dear Mother.
My breath quickens,
icy oxygen mixes with
stale green gases
and my eyes become cloudy
and my limbs go numb
not because of the ice
that is now soaking into
my raw socks
or because my hair is
now waltzing with the wind...
with cracked lips I say her name
"Mother?" ...she is gone....
and I know now why I am cold.