Winter wind in the city

by abillionbeautifulbutterflies

In a place of concrete and brick, I turn my face into the icy wind, great it head on, no cowardess, no shyness. That is where I find nature- in the sharp brush of cold reddening my face, in the numbing pain in my ears, in the tears in my eyes. I will not turn away from you, my bitter sweet love. Your cold is a cold that keeps my heart beating in a city with a billion souls chasing time. I will stand while you sting me with life, winter wind, you warm me.