From An Invisible Sphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Frostiness of winter air, taking my breath from it's
invisible sphere and placing it into a new one where
I can see it right in front of my eyes.

Amazing how nature can attune itself to our beings
like that, loving to blow into the air just to see
it again and again.

Finding it quite enjoyable to see how my breath be-
comes visible in the winter atmosphere, playing like
a child filled with curiosity and wonder.