Saturday, August 21, 2010

In the chilly hours of the morning,
I wait for the sunrise
To see my breath
To see the first flakes of snow
My fingertips tingle,
So do my ears,
my lips,
my cheeks I imagine are red
It is summer now, my wait as a dream
I love those first winter days
it is like the years I've lived: cold, calm, a heaven most aging men can't see


Anonymous said...

Nice - you are rockin' out some beauts!


Diane T said...

Ah, I love the early freshness of winter... shoveling snow in flip flops, LOL. But as time goes on, I tire of winter, especially here in WI!