What's the coldest you've ever been?
Well, gosh, I live in Vermont for goodness' sake!
That could be a thousand times,
That could even be today!
Whenever the snow's outside,
And you're outside too,
You'd better believe
It's gonna get freezing.
It starts with a little nip
When you open the door.
As if the dog of winter is saying, "Hello!"
And maybe it gets better, as you struggle through drifts.
What with exertion and seasonal bundles.
But trust me, you won't stay warm long.
Just wait until the numbness comes along.
First your nose, your fingertips
Then suddenly, the chapped pain
Is gone from from your lips.
A deep-set fear arises when
You can't quite make a fist.
Or feel the thud when the ground
And your feet hit.
Or maybe that's just the ice
Seeping into your core.
Because really, who can tell?
When the temperature's 32 or below.
And the clouds roll over
Like a blanket of cold shadow.
And the snow pierces your skin
With every landing flake.
And you feel a slow sleep
About to set in.
So you stumble as if on amputated limbs
Up the stairs, desperately
Yanking off drenched clothing
So that when you reach the fire
You'll be able to refrain
From laying on that warm bed of coals.
And falling asleep as you feel your blood thaw.
Because you're so frightened that if your soul
Had stayed alone outside, Read more »
It’s freezing cold.
I even have goose bumps.
My hands are frozen and my stomach is growling.
Heavy is the rain on my shoulders; Paling my face and limbs.
I wish I could find my phone. God, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached.
I think it’s getting colder. Maybe I’m just getting more numb.
Everything seems so pallid. As if all the joy was gone.
The longing is still there.
Longing for joy,
My throat is struck with the longing of food.
My body longing for warmth.
My heart for comfort. . .
Just someone to be here.
Just anyone to be; to share with me the last moments of what would be our time.
The time spent on this most beautiful and gracious planet.
The world to which I found is not the one that found me.
I left that world behind long ago.
Oh, how the rain makes me wonder.
Wonder and wander.
I think I’ll go back.
Back to the world and people I left behind. . .
snow, twirling down, through the air, wind blowing it in your face, draging your beautiful christmas tree through the sparkeling snow piled up to make a cold blanket laying on the frozen ground, making traks. finally getting to the big warm house waiting for you, lit up with white lights for the holiday. you get inside going through the harsh cold winter into the warm gentle feeling of home.family members soround you.th yelling and exitement of children running toward you at full speed to help put up the christmas tree. after the christmas tree is put up and the presents are under it, it's time for dinner. everyone sits down to have the wounderful feast that was prepared, ham, mashed potatoes, salad, pie, everything! we all hold hands close our eyes, and think about the people who couldn't be there. Read more »