invigorating cold slaps my skin
crunches of snow echo from my feet
dark swirling fog outlines river curves
the sun spills golden lava onto snow
revealing tiny mirrors reflecting dots of light stuck to the grass
hoar frost beckons with wagging finger
picture me picture me
golden eye ducks dance among the ice flows
oblivious to 40 below zero
where is everyone?
they must have heard the terrifying forecast
exposed flesh freezes in 30 seconds
so….don’t expose yourself
so lucky to hold onto this glorious morning
enough to last