Icy Wind
The air so cold it seemed to turn
The face into a block of marble
Frigid and numb
The breath misting in small puffs
Back against the skin
Like a cloud beating against a glacier
Everything seems slowed
It moves, it breathes
Yet the color and fluidity of life
Seems drained away and frozen
Stiff-legged and numb-hearted
Trudging through arctic winds
There is a warmth that has sunk deeper
Than icy wind can touch.
~Written: Dec. 12th, 2009'
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