Chilly December Day

Today is a pink-ink-pen day.
I write in pink while the snow melts away.
I haven't seen a bird, a rabbit or a squirrel,
they're snuggling in nests and warrens, all acurl.
I walk from and to my home, stepping in between
small continents of ice, sidewalks all asheen.
Charm of winter found in how we all each must
focus on the now--keeping warm or bust.