cold air

originally written 12.08.03

something about december
brings the snow to orange county--
a snowstorm that no one can see,
but we make angels none the less:
imprinted into the ground
with wings spread wide--
we take flight on the ground.
the cold air we breathe
is seen before us when we exhale.
that's the most winter that we see--
but it's the least that we feel.
the spirit of winter flows through everyone
bringing out emotions long hidden--
actions repressed by time--
and a new year will soon blossom
to make endings and mend broken time
into new beginnings.