Winter

A cold and crispy morning North wind swirling all around. Ice on the sidewalk which my feet have found. My ears growing numb my fingers touch the cold creaking from the ground my feet can scarcely hold. Frost on the car's glass; Winter breath has finely come. Snow will be here quickly bring joy to everyone. Ice through the parking lot clings to every car giving grief to all of us who have to travel far. Such beauty in the white such pain in the cold caught without my overshoes or my winter coat, so I stop for a moment amazed by this crystal shell and noticed there was nothing old man winter couldn’t sell.