• Walking briskly across the way.
    The sun is resting,
    From the dawning day.

    I watch as my breath,
    Just comes and goes,
    In little white puffs,
    Cold as snow.

    Wishing the sun soon would shine,
    It’s nice yellow warmth upon me.
    Ah, the feeling is so divine,
    Even if for a moment.

    I caught a stray leaf,
    Floating on the breeze.
    It begins to crumble,
    Into relief.

    Each step grows slower,
    Heavy from little sleep.
    The days grow cold,
    As my mood runs deep.