Fresh frost coats the ground,
people dressed in coats and scarves
shiver and speed-walk to their cars.
Take one step outside,
any grogginess felt before disappears
behind the crisp December air.
Some heat up their car and go back inside,
some didn’t plan that far ahead
and instead shiver on their way to work,
and by the time they get to work
they refuse to leave the furnace they’ve created.
Two workers greet each other with a friendly,
“It’s too cold,”
while the other retorts,
“It’s too early!”
They both take sips of their hot drink,
sigh, and walk into their workplace.
The retail ship is decorated for Christmas,
but no workers have any Christmas cheer left.
The chill in the air,
the calm winter snow,
tells me I’ll be okay.
And if not today,
The leafless trees
and the desolate dirt trail,
now shrouded in white
and slowing down travelers.
Life stops in the winter
and lets me breathe.
I’d never met a morning I liked
until I met a northern winter morning.
The comfortable silence,
the perpetual, still air.
I glance outside
and I regain a part of me I once lost.
It’s light out until 7 now.
The temperature’s rising consistently.
I can feel spring coming,
and I couldn’t be happier.
It’s been a long winter,
but one of my more memorable ones.
I was productive this winter,
I was proactive when the sadness started to creep back in.
I didn’t let it win.
Though March is a long month,
I’ve been trying not to let it bother me.
I’m antsy for the warm weather,
for the sun to shine warmly down on me.
As I sit outside in the morning,
drinking coffee as my dog wanders around the yard,
I can’t help but smile at the simple beauty in it.
Spring is finally here,
summer around the corner.
I smell the blooming flowers
as a gentle breeze passes through.
I yearn for the feeling,
March does that to you.
It’s almost done,
we’re in the homestretch.