The house is quiet,
as the new rays of day
bounce off the snowy roof tops outside.
The sky, I realise, is chaos.
Alive with birds, frantic flying.
All talking at once
in feathered communication.
Every surface, diamond coated,
as the night’s frost keeps hold.
The frigid air forms icicles
in my lungs with each deep breath.
Fresh, clean and sharp.
There’s an excitement:
In the air?
In the atmosphere?
In the trees?
I cannot pinpoint it,
but I can feel it.
A new cold, icy day has dawned
and brought with it
an energy of its own.