A Winter Walk

A winter walk in minus five, Celsius degrees, Is colder than tee shirts of summer time. The snow is crisp, snow holes abound Along the trails I walk And keeping from an ankle turned Is challenging indeed. Mr. Sun is fully out, bright dazzling in blue, No winter clouds to block its rays of warmth From many million miles away Along these trails of snow, With winter breezes oh, so cold Brushing upon my face. Invigorating without doubt, many will attest, Can such a walk in winter time be felt, As minus five in Celsius Keeps nipping at one's ears And finger tips call for a rub From time to time to time. Back home again, I hang up my hooded coat and scarf, Heater my winter boots and mitts to warm. - And I rub my hands quite briskly, Still chilled from on my walk That I could do this winter's day Far, far away from spring. W.C.Hull © 2011-5-3-697 (D)