In the cold morning,
I step into the shower,
worshipping the warm water
as it trickles down my skin.
I raise my hand to its source
and close my eyes,
feeling heat flow
in lines, healing
the frigid feeling,
exorcising it from my limbs.
My blood pumps with life
renewed, as I wake up
and truly open my eyes.
When I am clean,
I turn off the water,
wrap myself in a towel.
Though the cold air
presses on me,
I am not chilled
like I was before.
Erika Rowlee 