Breathe.
A tingle in my nose
As crisp air swells my lungs.
Invigorating.
I look around.
No haughty splash of autumn crimson and gold,
No fecund abundance of spring,
No ripening summer hues;
White grey and black -
A winter palate -
As I relax
Into a day simplified by nature.
Exhale
A warm steam erupts
As exhausted air passes my lips.
Satisfying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem