The air is crisp, cold and clean.
My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust.
I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.
The darkness cloaks the clouds,
Choking out any lasting glimmers of light,
As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.
The trees look fragile.
Their vulnerability exposed,
By the nakedness of their form.
Patience is a virtue,
As you wait for the freeze to thaw.
Spring is almost upon us,
The wait won’t be too long. .