My attempt at a Pantoum

Clarity as Rare as Sunlight

The crisp air burns my throat.
Breathing gets heavier the less I can see.
Through haze and fog I drift,
Clarity as rare as sunlight.

Breathing gets heavier, the less I see
Anything, even right in front of me.
Clarity as rare as sunlight
In Winter's dominion.

Anything, even in front of me
Fails to bring fire to my eyes.
In Winter's dominion
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance.

Failing to bring fire to my eyes,
I drift through haze and fog.
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance
As the crisp air burns my throat.