Oh so beautiful to feel sun on face, reflect inward, warming hearts.
Blue sky tells of summer time, pushes away the breath of cold
Entices us outside.
Still treading on snow, soft, icy, still weaving beards of breath.
Forgotten winter as moments linger,
But then the wind picks up again,
Whipping rose into our cheeks, piercing jackets.
And we hustle back inside.