The cold of early morning,
The cold that hits my sleepy dusty eyes,
And gets inside my drowsy head,
So much so that,
My thoughts become transfixed, frozen;
There is nothing but that chill,
That chill that whispers, winter is melting away,
That chill that sings, summer won't be long now,
That chill that screams, the chill won't stay.

-Jamie F. Nugent