My boots are thick
But I can still feel
The crunch of frozen water
Snow packing beneath my feet
The cold bites at my nose
Tries to seep into my gloves
My breath a smokey array
Of frozen moisture
White specks begin to fall
Quietly from the sky
Sticking to the ground
Sticking to me
All around me
There is a kind of quiet
One you only find
In the dead of winter
With the silence
Comes a strange kind of peace
Anticipation
For the coming Spring
