With breath that joins, like clouds, the frigid air
My cheeks are roses, frozen red until
I reach the hearth; such life awaits me there
Where I at last escape the winter’s chill
With breath that joins, like clouds, the frigid air
My cheeks are roses, frozen red until
I reach the hearth; such life awaits me there
Where I at last escape the winter’s chill
A Poem A Day 