The sting bites at the very tips.The tip of my toes.
My ears and my nose.
It bites unyielding at my fingertips.
The wind whips the branches.
Rustles the leaves on the ground.
Sways the half dead weeds and grass.
My hair escapes its tie.
Cold! To say this more then once.
Would not express the feeling.
To speak it in 10 languages.
Is unimaginable, unless felt.
Feel your body freeze.
To tell me, "It's only 'so' cold."
Matters not when your teeth.
Refuse to quit their chattering.
Ice settles around the edge.
Ponds are now frozen solid.
Stepping lightly on the ice.
A low moan is heard beneath.
Numbness is seeping in.
Cold has made it to the bone.
Joints begin to creak.
Time to find our way indoors.
Snow finds her way from the heavens.
Making its way to the ground.
They dance and sway in the wind.
Making the cold seem majestic.
For a moment you stare.
Lost in the pure beauty.
The cold is momentarily forgotten.
As you witness natures miracle.
Numb, frozen and stinging extremities.
All seems worth it for that one moment.
To see the world as beautiful.
You see it for the Creators eyes.
Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©
