Snow on the ground
On a dark January morning
The icy breeze
Cuts through me
Like a knife
I bundle up
In a hat, scarf and gloves
Brave the icy morning air
To take my dog for a walk
As we return from our morning stroll
Snowflakes land on our noses
I take off my dog’s lead
And watch him frolic in the snow.
Snow crunching under my feet
I join in the fun
After a half hour of playing in the snow
We’re both ready to go back indoors
For a nice warm mug of hot chocolate
Now in out of the cold
I shut the wintery day outside
I will watch winter from afar
From the safety of my recliner
Where I now sit reading a good book.
Poetics: The Blizzard of the Self | dVerse (dversepoets.com)
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