Cold breath
expels outward
as I step out
on an icy morn.
Frosty air engulfs
my senses
sending shivers
up and down my spine.
The coldness seeps inward
encasing my heart in ice.
It pumps frozen blood
up and down my veins
and I coolly continue
to capitalize the world.
Cody McCullough Writes: 
The world outside might be frozen and cold; but good to know you were or are still pumping warm blood thru your poetry.
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub….
Nice work, man. 😎
Thank you.
Ooo, nothing like that first inhalation of a morning to get you ready for the day (or wish you had stayed in bed of course), nicey done, I felt the cold from here and its already 28 degrees at 10am.
I miss warm and humid mornings. When I lived in Florida, I experienced a number of them. It’s been 15 years since I lived there, though. Lately, I can feel myself getting restless. I imagine before long I’ll find myself someplace warm. Thank you for your comment. It’s always nice to see what you have to say.
Well I may be biased but I can recommend The Philippines for sun and smiles!
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