Cold mid nights of winter

The cold midnights of the freezing winter when the glacial gusts bellows around to ice the cores of flesh and bones. Amidst the blank scene is the whispering breeze and falling flakes of snow. The bleak mid nights with a slit of shine from the distant skies. Twanging of the leaves on the brisk branches of erect trees. The lands laminated by stratified sheets of snow fudging the way through.Bedside the fire and a smoking chimney squats an old lady into a sofa, reading the words from a book's frame.Shivering windows pleading refuge from the racking cold.Knocking and then the only light when the old lady opened her door to a gallivant. In the Chills the heart hasn't yet set cold.