feeling a bit restless
bitter cold fingers race
across the barren plain
roaring through empty streets

dreaming of green vistas
mountains grazing heaven
big lazy flakes falling
trees heavy with snow

whispering of warm places
soft sandy beaches
turquoise waters dancing
flirting under the touch

howling out in despair
so hard to change course
held in check by icy hands
a winter wind on the plains

© Janelle Smith, January 2009