The air
is bitter cold
yet my soul,
and heart, revels
in its own heat.
From the sky
falls snow,
chill, wet, heavy;
I admire the beauty
of each delicate flake.
I stand in wonder
of every cloud,
wisp of wind,
and snowflake.
All around is harsh
yet I am soft,
pliable, breathing in
our existence.
~Flame RavenHawk