The cold night air, biting and bitter, cause me to shiver.

So unsteady is my hand…

It trembles above my paper and causes an unsteady line of writing.

My words take on the chill’s effects and waiver in my throat.

These icy sinews creep along the sidewalk.

My lungs tense as I inhale.

I watch as the lost and drunken stager through the midnight chills.

They watch over my shoulder and feed these words

That so hastily mark these pages.

With the fire out and the crisp air sinking in,

I break beneath the cold,

Giving into my heart’s emotions letting these feelings escape me.

They cascade from my head,