Freezing Warmth

There's no peace in the flowing of grass,
and the arms traumatically in mass,
since the wind-blades in the snow
and engine coughs in the now.
Illusion slip-slides on roller-skates
as  trembling before the sun waits.
We hug to become the warmer,
and not out of being forced to.
This dream will be her reality
as she's survived
inside of the Ambulance,
my dug earth of the wish
realizing I wasn't saved
muddy of the rainbow sky.

RGH.