Snow crunching underfoot
Tracks left by my boots
Prints left for others to follow
Sinking in, my feet were swallowed

Feeling frostbite in my fingers
Joining in with Carol singers
Mist forms, I see my breath
Freezing cold, cold as death

Sneaking off to somewhere warm
Escaping from Winters icy thorns
Somewhere with central heating
Keep me alive and my heart beating
© Andrew J Sinclair