Frozen exhalations
under the glare of a deceptive sun
Fingers numb
and fumbling with frigid keys
On the trees
frost clings picturesque from the storm
And I’m not sure warm
is something that
I’ll ever feel
again.
Frozen exhalations
under the glare of a deceptive sun
Fingers numb
and fumbling with frigid keys
On the trees
frost clings picturesque from the storm
And I’m not sure warm
is something that
I’ll ever feel
again.