the cold

if i had ice skates
i could slide across this lake in no time
but they say it's not as frozen in the middle
as it is along the sides
how would it feel to be sucked up
under the ice

i don't know
i only know
i like the cold
when you breathe out
and the droplets turn to mist
to see the air
is something else

my nose and fingers feel it most
the cold
is keeping me moving
keeping me looking
to the edges of the sky
hoping i smell snow
and see the dense coloured sky
that predicts it moving in

then we could stay off school
build forts
have snowball fights
and dip toast
in hot chocolate

the only way
i would become an angel
is by making one
in the snow
on that hill over there
in the cold
i want to stay out all night

and tobbogan down the slippery hill
at the side of my house
until the snow has turned to ice
and it becomes more dangerous
in the cold

the crystal flakes
under the street lights
look like lacy diamonds
falling soft
against my cheek
and everywhere you look
the dry cold snow is sparkling
like glitter sprinkled everywhere
in the cold

and isn't it sad
when you wake up
and find your sweet white paradise
is melting in front of your eyes
as the warm front moves in
and the snowman's hat
is resting in a pile of slush

the cold
has gone
again