Frostbite

In the deep bowels of winter coldness shocks the system all fauna and floral devoid of any warmth to survive in deep freeze weather Cold allows nothing to melt throwing hot water in air will turn it into air crystals before hitting the ground In the deep bowels of winter. Your breath becomes short In the bowels of winter and nostrils feel pinched cheeks have a rosy glow frostbite looms in a minute or so. Sounds of footsteps crunch upon the white frozen snow you seek warmth instead of frostbite in the bowels of winter you have nowhere to go. Dreaming of spring white beaches in the sand in the bowels of winter thoughts of warmth are always on the mind.