Cold

The screams of the wind Come across like a breeze A blast from my breath Flutter past my eyes A whirlwind of air Tickles the back hairs on my neck Whisking through Sending a sensation Bold to the bone Standing at the bus station Waiting to leave From this frost heave The sun's ray Trickles down to reach My stretched out hand To feel the warmth Hitting my wedding band Here comes the bus Stops and opens its doors The cold is now all yours!