A Winter Night on my Porch
White frost on leafless trees,
brittle and glittering
in the cloud covered moonlight.
I breathe in
A crisp cold gust of
I feel the chill seep through
the fabric of my coat.
The porch is frozen;
My jeans providing little barrier
against the icy feeling creeping up
I sit still, listening to the winter
Sounds of crackling ice and
I shiver in the darkness, content.
Author Note: I am in love with where I live.