

Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com
A cold breath
whispers over a pair of hands
slowly growing blue
clutching a parka of promises
that seem to do nothing to keep them warm
is grace is still there
in the flurry of snow
spinning around a head overcome
with the season
is warmth just a memory
is love only a wonder forever waiting
to be seen
can beauty can still be found
on the other side of the manic wind
that whips the road
I stumble on