Misty field, dark cold night
Morning begins with frigid
Thoughts of what is forming
Outside cools me more than
The temperature existing.
The thoughts of going out
Penetrate my skin more than
The coolness of midnight on
A deep winter's day and yet
Soon I'll be there and filling
My heart with precious things
Feeling the earth beneath my
Feet and the air upon my cheeks
With foggy breaths escaping.
Then the joy of solitude begins.
Morning begins with frigid
Thoughts of what is forming
Outside cools me more than
The temperature existing.
The thoughts of going out
Penetrate my skin more than
The coolness of midnight on
A deep winter's day and yet
Soon I'll be there and filling
My heart with precious things
Feeling the earth beneath my
Feet and the air upon my cheeks
With foggy breaths escaping.
Then the joy of solitude begins.