One cold summer morning

One cold summer morning

Unpredictable and surprising morning.

Woken with a backhand slap from the wind,

Tough love as one would say,

I gaze at the frozen terrain.

The birds of the sea twitter

Trying to warm their beaks,

The soil has turned white

The skies have turned grey,

The future looks blur

Cause the fog has joined the play,

Even the fur animals take their seats on the shelves

For the cold is too much to bear,

As the orchestrator quiets down the crickets

As if pausing for a six to be hit.

The wind dismisses the game

As the Cold announces his presence.