A Winter's Walk Poem by john (called jack) wren

Fingers, chilled to the bone
are plunged into pockets torn
searching inside for warmer parts
immobilized and forlorn.

Tears, blown by the biting wind
make ice rings on a cheek
as snowy eyelids gently close
a red nose starts to weep.

Toes jump up and down
like hopping kangaroos
attached to feet near to death
in a frozen pair of shoes.

Breath, that is crystal clear
hangs like a cloud near lips
following like an obedient dog
on one of its Winter trips.