Cold

The cold chill of outside can freeze your heart and soul. Eyes water as the winds blow. Cuddling together, we try to contain the warmth needed to stay alive during the harsh winter. The coldness feels as if it would never end. Brightly the sun shines, but it is unable to warm this part of the earth, that is crying out with frosted arms for the forgotten heat of the sun. Snow falls gracefully towards the frozen brown grass, littering the ground with its holy white. Spring is nowhere insight and nowhere to be found. Until the sun regains its heat, I am stuck with frozen toes and a frost bitten nose.