A chill in the air,
a bite with every breath.
Snow scatters the streets,
the ground crunches under every step.
Bundled in layers,
still chilled to the bone.
Wandering through the town,
everything frozen as stone.
Streaks of sunlight peak through the clouds,
a beautiful morning about to start.
Cold fingers, cold hands, cold nose, cold toes.
Grateful for an always-warm heart.
an original poem - 12.5.13