There’s a certain joyful feeling,
Walking out with you in snow,
Without the traffic on the road
We yield only when winds blow,
With a shawl over your head,
And my old hunting cap on mine,
We witness gray snow covered worlds,
While dusty snows a spin and swirl
There’s a minty winter freshness
Breathing air that’s below froze,
Which eventually bites into blue
Leather gloved fingers and our toes
Except for the one hand we
Keep held with each other,
And our kissing lips that meet
In our defiance of the cold
“Had enough?”
“Yeah, let’s go in and just watch the rest on the news”
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