A thousand crystals on the ground,
In the midnight air there's hardly a sound,
The crunching of snow under my feet,
And the faint little sound of my heartbeat,
The white of my breath against the cold air,
The deep breath I take,
Is enough make,
Me clear my mind,
And let me find,
The beauty of this while,
Cold winter night.
Katherine Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-winter-night-3/
