cold

Frosted
leaves shatter
under my gray shoes
keeping me from freezing.
Gentle sounds of birds
cooing
there evening songs
ring in my ears
a wild
Christmas carol
Brittle winter
wind cracks
in my face
making my
squinting eyes
water and water.
The brown and
 gray leaves loosing
their rich color
to the harsh winter.
the soft chitter of squirrels,
collecting their harvest
for the frigged days to come,
click in harmony
with the birds.
The forest around me alive
with wind shutters and creeks
the sun falls over the trees
I think I should go in.