Baby it's cold outside

At the moment I'm listening to "Burning for You" by Blue Oyster Cult. Sadly I'm feeling rather the opposite. Any contact with the air at the moment is freezing. Lying around half naked in bed seems like a far warmer and more sensible option than going out.

With this in mind, I thought I'd select something relevant poetically,
 

Winter Morning

I watch the dragons’ breath
cloud the air around my mouth
breathing the lyrics
of a half-heard song

I gaze up at the trees
black skeleton silhouettes
stark against the sky
clinging to their last leaves

I stamp my feet
The air is chill
The world seems crisp in the frost
preserved in a state of beauty

The crow flies above
black feathers silhouetted black
His cry breaks through
the drift of my song

In this moment I see
momentary perfection
The faded dark colours
of a winter morning


This time of year is always pretty cold and miserable but it's also so beautiful that it takes my breath away sometimes.