With morning frost nipping at fingertips

Cutting winds biting deeper to the bone

Forcing out my clouded laboured breath

Feeling the sharpness of its clean tingle at every intake

Glancing above my thoughts as I walk

So blue and clear the skies azure glow above

Beckons for recognition

Not a clouded galleon anywhere in sight

Only golden dreams flicker

One glinting silvered silent lance pierces the blue

Jousting with the sun 

Wending its way to far off lands

Going to who knows where

Taking someone to their dream

Maybe a lover to their mate

A family for a well earned break

Leaving the chill

Bound for a lifetimes thrill

Ah, such a wonderful day for living

Lifting the spirits to new heights

Even the dampness of dew soaking into my shoes cannot take it away

Time to leave this gloriously free vista

Time to ponder

To dream

Returning to the warmth of the fires glow

Only realising then how cold it is

How cold I am

As the feeling returns to fingertips and toes