I Wait upon the cold
The winters breath bites at my numb hands and only cars with the delight of heat pass me by, the people faces stern, But behind their masks lay other feelings

As my shoes ruff up against the snow that is left from the long winters day, the winds are at work to disturb the silance that still lies with me in the early days of winter

I enjoy a cup of hot tea with lonelyness, for it is overwhelming of how the bareness of the noise is here, nothing but silance

I see the light eyes of the fire burning the wet wood, it pops and gives me heat, i still await asstinse from anyone looking for my missing presence

Am i to do nothing, am i just to wait for nature's power to start getting ready for a feast, would i even deserve nature's power to engulf me, I am just waiting and taking a chance on a race that is coropted, known as the humans