hi! um... yea... this is my first try at poetry; please only flame if totally necessary...

All the frost in the air,

Making it heard to see,

Breath comes in frigid gasps,

Choking on a frozen wind.

Why are you out here,

Outside with the snow and ice?

Only to you,

Do they seem like acquaintances.

Why won't you go inside-

Warm yourself by the fire?

Oh but I know you won't.

Satisfaction

Comes not easily to you.

hope it wasn't bad- i'd appreciate an honest review or two, just how i know what my poetry sounds from other perspectives...

3wingedauthoress