winter -jackson pierson

8th of december,

snow layers the lawn,

the fire pit engulfed

by the flames and ember,

alive until dawn.

it's 20 degrees

the river froze over,

kids go out to skate,

the frost trembles your knees,

the sun can only get much closer.

you sip your tea,

wincing every time

the heat burns your tongue,

your smile reaches me

knowing you're mine.

walking through the snow

our footprints disappear,

our noses turn red

but on we go,

the path ahead is clear.