Breath stands off your face
\nlike your personal cloud;
\nair invades your mouth
\nlike hardrock riccochet,
\nscrapes skin
\nlike a molten rasp;
\nyour winter gear is rigid
\nas the ice underfoot,
\nwhile snow squeals
\nunder the boot.<\/p>\n
Puffy clouds lie
\nclose overhead
\nand breathing is easy
\nand everything loosens
\nincluding your collar:
\nsnow packs and crunches.<\/p>\n
Sun gleams
\nair steams
\nsnow slurps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Breath stands off your face like your personal cloud; air invades your mouth like hardrock riccochet, scrapes skin like a molten rasp; your winter gear is rigid as the ice underfoot, while snow squeals under the boot. Puffy clouds lie … Continue reading