Walking Winter

Shoe fall night Feet in a hurry to imprint the earth Coconut snow and the moon in a bubble of ice Asphalt to reach Kissing the ground and leaving it's tread Brisk falling icicles breaking the sound Air gone blue to still Crunch and hurry Back to the warmth of two cats and a stove Piercing the skin of the frost at the door and welcoming solitude home. Reminder to self: In the near future, bring extra psyche or ear muffs at least when venturing out in the winter alone.