ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

Toes are numb.

Fingers are tingling.

I can see my breath.

I can hear the wind blowing.

Whipping past my face.

I’m getting tired.

But I must continue on.

To the top of the hill.

The view is waiting for me.

I can’t disappoint it

or myself.

Only a few more steps.

And…

It has taken my breath away.

The colors.

The sharp edges.

Prettier than a picture.

Perfect in its beauty.

PRANCING AND PLAYING

halftimeprincess:

The snow can be beautiful.

It can be white and clean.

Horses prancing in its white down.

Snow flakes falling from the cold sky.

Children dressing warm to play.

Yes, snow can be beautiful.

Beautiful when it’s fresh and new.