Our steps crunch together
as we walk in time
across the frosted snow.
You hold my hand as I skid
over a frozen drain,
I clutch yours as you trip
over hidden tree roots.
The cold air doesn’t stop
our laughter from skittering about
the park and onĀ into the wind,
gliding across the ocean.
Our cheeks are rosy, smiles wide,
as our feet lead us home.