Walking alone, I look down,
darkness surrounds my limbs.
Step carefully to find firm ground,
ice and stones remind you of hard times.
Each step creates a crunch in the snow.
Looking up, I can see my breath
and the beauty of the winter sky.
Stars so close, their light excites
and guides your path. I can touch them
if I reach high enough.
Listen to your breath, as you wear a
heavy coat and daytime worry. The snow
starts to come down, covering
you in shiny crystals, like a shawl
Let the wind intermittently take away sound,
as you cover your ears with your hat.
The chest must be covered by a scarf,
or the chill will distract your thoughts.
The soul must be covered by warm
memories or the cold will be your
The chilly night will guide your dreams
if you stay warm and follow your