snow falls in flakes from above
coating the ground in feather-light dust
fingers turn blue and noses red
as the girl continues home
The world is Silent, Still
A blanket lays over the ground
the Middle of Winter
no hope of spring
but still the birds try to sing
Night falls
the cold grows
she starts to run
sharing this moment with only the watchful moon
bundled up, jacket tight, pants fuzzy
Gloves on her fingers, Socks on her Toes
all you can see is the tip of her Nose
her breath comes in gasps
she Runs, Runs, Runs
wanting the moment to last forever
nobody dares to tell her otherwise
Icicles hang and drip, snow falls
water freezes. The cold is Everywhere
no-one can escape
days left to go
but for now
The girl just runs, It’s January