It steals the warmth from your fingertips, the cold does.
Slowing down ponds, streams, rivers and lakes, freezing
them solid into suspended states until spring.
The woods sound different too, louder but more silent.
Trees rub together in the cold wind making a squeaking noise
that one never hears in summer. Sometimes their branches crack and pop as if
they suffer some type of arthritis as the cold has stolen the warmth from their
“fingertips” too.
