Sitting in the sun, on a cold frosty day, <br />Feeling all its warmth wash my cares away. <br />Crisp chilly air sending senses high, <br />Wisps of clouds float across the sky. <br /> <br />A touch of spring in the winter time, <br />Lifting spirits that start to climb, <br />And a smile begins to take its shape, <br />Sitting in the sun in a wild landscape. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-smile-begins/
