On the Sidewalk
My hands are frozen.
The wind glides through my fingers
causing my skin to burn and its normally
white flesh to be a pinkish red.
I shiver.
I shift my weight between my two feet to try
and create some sort of heat. I make no prevail.
My hands are now in my coat pockets and they suddenly
feel a rush of warmth.
I stand awkwardly not completely against a wall
but unable to move closer to it. The wind freezes
me in my spot.
The little wisps of hair that have fallen out of my
ponytail are dancing around my face as
the wind blows them.
My cheeks are cold to the touch and I try to breathe
in the crisp air but my nose is too stuffed.
The white snow is plied on each edge of
the street, creating a pathway for the oncoming cars.
I breathe out causing the air to turn a foggy white from
my body heat.
I breathe in and the beauty around me surfaces as the sun
hits the snow making it glisten more then ever.
As if everything stops, tiny, crystal snowflakes
begin to fall around me, and in the cold I had never felt so warm
as let my hands grasp at the melting white specks.
YOU ARE READING
Daydreaming
ŞiirThis book is all of my works put into one because I never have enough patience to write a chapter book. Hope you enjoy because I sure enjoyed writing these pieces.
