icy fog covers the valley
And my nose releases
It's  White air
It feels the same as
The words  hot or cold
Or to be any where

Take uncrafted  wood
Desighned in change
A seasoned eye rung
Through ovals of change
A split that is pure
And good for winter
The pride from the  sweat
Stacked neatly for winter












Icy fog steams out from his nostrils