Standing on the cold ground,
With frost on every blade and mound,
The chill seeps through my shoes,
As I trudge on with the morning news.
My toes tingle with the icy touch,
Of winter’s grip, it’s almost too much,
But I soldier on with a steadfast stride,
And take in the beauty of the wintry countryside.
The crunch of snow beneath my feet,
The frosty air so pure and sweet,
I revel in the magic of this frozen land,
And feel grateful for this moment so grand.