Winter Warmth

Fallen flakes of crystal
cracked lightly under his heavy footsteps,
muffled noises all he could hear
under the cold blanket.
A pure-white night sky
cried joyful frozen tears
that danced gracefully across the sky.
A large flake of snow
landed on his cheek,
the sudden cold burning him.
An old childish feeling
washed over him.
He stuck his tongue out,
waiting for that delicious, tasteless
drop of snow.
When it fell lightly
onto his tongue
like the leaves falling
from the trees in Autumn,
the cold of it warmed his insides,
and a soft smile slipped
onto his hard face,
and a gentle chuckle slipped
out his rough lips.