January 28, 2005
Cold and my lips unmoving
Silence filling in the voids within these walls
Yet my thoughts are rushing
Swirling as fast as the snow
Caught in the dance of the Winter wind
Tossing and thrashing
Sweeping the sky as salt.
Never resting to stick together
Just flying through the air
To strike at my face; bite my nose.
My mind dulled by the constant
Throw of snow and flakes
Protected only by my scarf and gloves
Wrapped around my neck
A meager attempt at warmth.
When will my thoughts feel to me
A gentle summer breeze?
Not until the air turns warm
And the wind comes from the other side
Where the sun is sleeping.