Warm
Winter's chill
Howling winds
Arctic blasts
Knifing
Slashing
Cutting
Through layer upon layer
Deep
To the bone
Turning skin a shade of blue
Normally reserved
For tropical seas
And newborn eyes
Drifts of snow
Piled high as my home
Sleet and snow
Driven by Mother Nature's gales
Through the bone-numbing
Skin-biting
Cold
And the blinding storm
Of purest white
One glimpse
Of you
Warm
Copyright © Vandy Saylors | Year Posted 2006
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