The Bite of Cold

the blustering wind blew up my spine and in time I was freezing my mind with the bite of cold. I grew a blue color upon my skin in the bite of cold I'm growing so old and yet stay bold.. Where has the time gone along this sing along song that went wrong. I am now in touch with the warmth of my gloves scarf and hat as I wait by the bus stop on the frozen bench bite of cold.. I'm tougher than ever in this winters clever spill of a bite of cold. My tears freeze and my noise hair is dancing with the cold winter wind against my skin. I'm so fragile and thin and spill my lips with hot chocolate from the coffee shop down yonder. It's that time of the season to feel the emotional site of the cold bite of winter. .