Snow bites the face like prickly pellets of pain
Whirling wind throws its insults at you like cold icy water
Your skin feels the nip and nibble of Jack Frost’s breath
Tears, against your will, seep from the corners of your eyes
You tug at your scarf to cover exposed cheeks
Each step you can feel the deep snow enter your boots and pierce your woolly socks
The trees sway above and sprinkle more snow on an already covered ground
Grabbing the firewood and heaping it high in your arms- heavy
All you can think about is what the warmth of the fire is going to feel like
Leaning into the heat and taking it in
The sub-zero temperatures are not meant for our kind
Beautiful to look at from behind glass and in front of a crackling fire
Under a blanket and book in hand
Stew on the stove and tea in the kettle
Sweet dreams will hopefully arrive when I hit my pillow
Now this is what I’m talking about. I ain’t about that cold life. Lol.. I need some heat!
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I agree and its subzero temperatures here~~~brrrr
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