Cold Memory

The harsh winds begin, their strong force and cold presence bring goosbumps and shivers

For weeks and weeks we must shiver and shake
til time comes for the wind to blow itself to another direction
afar afar, goes the wind and once again we are safe from the shivers and shakes
for all the goosbumps and cold reminders are gone
til they return again……

we’ll soon meet again, my cold cold memory
one day it’ll be our last
but till then shall we stand still and strong
Til the very end.
Traveler On The Path