The Winter Breeze As the winter breeze scrapes across my face i shiver, though i do not slow from my pace For i walk in a bitter storm that holds no favor It will vie for my destruction until i am no more Wind claws on my flesh, like lashes against my skin Ripping across my neck, my back, and down a shin Icy rain falls like sand, in an unyielding pelt Striking my skin so hard, that i begin to welt Hail is ample and hard; yet its contact is random Even with infrequent pounding, it does take its sum i press on; i am provided with life, and undeniable purpose My mission, must meet its triumph, i must finish this course So, i shiver, and do not slow from my pace As the winter breeze scrapes across my face al brown