Clink-Clink
diamond-like
sunlight sparkles
on virgin snow
fresh air tingles
rosy cheeks...
you see your breath
lips shaping
smoke rings...
sniffles clink-clink
like crushed ice
from a paper cup
as they strike the ground ~
ooh! you can't feel
your fingers or toes
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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