The wind rushes through me

The wind rushes through me,

My face flushed red from the cold,

Snow still falling heavily,

I walk through the deep snow,

Covering my knees,

The piles of white,

Still piling higher by the moment-

Making me wonder when the sun

Will once again shine

And warm me through an through.

I’m pulled back to reality and forced to wait,

Wait for the wonderful sun,

To shine once more.

My daydream shattered

By the intensity of another storm brewing up.

No blanket can make me feel warm.

All I can do is wait,

Wait for the months to go by.

To wait for the sun to shine,

Shine once more,

And warm me through and through.