Wintry Bite...

      Seeing my own breathe in the air

      on a bitterly cold winter morning

      heavy crunch of snow under foot

      as the sky dances with the dawning

      all bundled up in hat and scarf

      as I set off on my mission

      trudging through this windy day

      I head to my destination

      trees all bare after summer

      thin naked twigs that make no sound

      whistling winds pass by my ear

      and foot prints that mark the ground

      this coldness bites at my skin

      so reaching home, a strong desire

      then feeling the comfort of my home

      can`t wait to warm up by the fire

      © Lissie Bull 2015

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