3 March 2013
The wind howls through ashen clouds.
So cold and uncomfortable you shiver.
Hairs standing erect on your back.
Your blue lips suddenly quiver.
Your gentle stride,
On the slippery frosty ground,
Use your few senses,
Look alarmingly around.
Wrap you scarf tight,
Keep you're eyes on the ground.
Don't let the cold search your body,
Fight it away,
I know sometimes you feel groggy.
Winter is almost over,
You've nearly survived,
Take a deep breath,
And thank god that you're alive.
Winter • Opuss № I