Outside cold crispy and crunchy
Must keep moving must be bold

Mud frozen in patterns broken
Appears like brown pudding, but old

Ice on puddles all shattered, all edgy
Moon barren, alone, such lovely cold

Bark bare with leaves down under
Branches clawed clawing a hand, a hold

No sounds here but swish and footfalls
Pulling this sled heavy wooded loads

Snow in boots like cold surprises
Steamy breath as the dragon bold

Crunchy paces to fill the woodshed
Briskly moving till this sunrise golds

Fingers tingle, soul does too
Ah, I do love this outside, cold

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