My feet shrink and grow with cold and use,
The surfaces they meet equally crisp.
My lungs washed clean and cool, renewed.
Ears throb to my optimistic pulse.
Nostrils cleared, breathing in icy water,
Temporarily dry and mourning scent.
My eyes both feast on forms revealed,
Bare bones of nature, cooly glazed,
Somehow more, now they are less,
Punctuated by timeless green neighbours.
The light, though ethereally soft, seems bright,
It lifts and pushes me, from inside out,
Reaching to pull me towards brighter days.
The darkest passed, house-lights up, the show must go on.