Told Myself as It Got Cold

Told myself as it got cold:
Snow will fall as I run home,
An ear will hear a tune somewhere -
The winter sets a dark affair

It’s dark and scary; I can’t see.
The fear of disappearing is deep.
The tune gets louder as I become
The winter’s victim, a grey crumb.

My limbs are gone, the spring’s at dawn.
He won’t be here in time.
A dome of snow fell on me
And suddenly I feel – I’m free!

My home is gone as I dissolve
Into dark deep nowhere. Will I evolve?