Winter winds like cracking whips upon my flesh, My face blushed with February’s cool kisses. Walking upon snow cover pavement, My feet fall like concret upon its blank canvas. To find peace in something so simple, To face a frozen tundra with a frozen heart. Fearful that the cracks could shatter, Such as the hidden sidewalk underneath. Snowflakes lick my cheeks, and I to wish to melt with contact. But I am not of snow, merely a flake in a world of such beauty.