In a land of frost
winter is like an old friend
Snowflakes fall heavy with nostalgia
If my cheeks are cold, my heart is warm.
I see in the immaculate snow
the days I spent building forts, snowmen and memories
the days I came home with blue lips, shivering in cold
Icy ponds and evergreens.
Hearth and hot cocoa.
Home is never far.