Like icicles upon my soul, the air is hitting me in the face
Carrying with it the winter and all its preliminary embrace
Easier on the lungs its chilliness is so very pure
And it guarantees my jaunt across the lawn will be more sure
The breezes are mighty busy and I can see them inside the trees
Quickly they rise in momentum like some storm upon the seas
Fluttering with all their movements the leaves fall only to fly
I like to watch them as they're surfing all colorful in the sky
The turtle doves are all braving it.. this unseasonable morning chill..
Without even a sigh or worry..they are continuing with their meal
Ignoring it all the coldness .. they are enjoying their present feast
These dove-lets are so vibrant that nothing deters them from their treats..
As I head back inside of my warm place I look back once more to see
The frostiness of the morning and the sun that's welcoming me
So much beauty inside the coldness so much awesomeness so much love
Not even the temporary numbness can distract me from God Above..