In Winter's Core Poem by Josh Alfred

Cold chills surpass feelings of well-being/
A frosty morning, under snowflake heaven/
Frozen waters, hanging off maples/

Polar zone of coldness, toned with white/
A chilled cup of heavy black joe/
A pocket of steam from the machine/
Fingers knitted up in cotton/
Toes booted up in leather/

A pile of snow made by shovel/
An ache in the back made by huff/
Layers of whiteness, up to the top step/
Snowflakes forming with a raw winter wind/