That cold is biting hard today,
It chills right through, and wants to stay.
I try so hard, right now to brace,
Yet feel it sting upon my face.
The sun does shine, so very bright,
Yet there’s no heat, comes from it’s light.
I dress as warm as I can be,
Yet still that cold goes right through me.
That icy chill, though walking fast,
Still gives to me, a mighty blast.
With every step that I do take,
A crunch and squeak, the snow does make.
That crunching snow, oh what a sound,
A noise no worse, can e’er be found.
That winter cold, oh what a bite,
That winter cold, all day and night.
©2021 Steve McLeod.