Winter winds blow
Frigid cold air swirling around me
Snow stinging my face
Skies so dark and gray
Cannot tell night from day
Shoulders hunched over
Hands shoved deeply in pockets
Walking through the storm
Weathering through another one internally
Here or there, does it really matter?
Searching for something that simply isn't meant for me
So I walk on, snow stinging my face
Winter wind blowing
Skies dark and gray
Cannot tell night from day
Resigned to what it is
Knowing thats its enough

you are a wonderful poet cherub.

it is night
the icicles stretching toward the frozen ground
rest now
tomorrow they may stretch again
even to the breaking point

Alway's great to see your work Jenni

i hate winter these days

good as ever... you are