Winter!

The stinging wind hits your face,

With a numbing force that makes you brace.

The bare trees rustle and shiver in the cold,

Like a lonesome man wizened and old.

One step at a time you tread,

For slipping on the ice is something we all dread.

The crunch of snow beneath our feet is all we hear,

In the frozen stillness loud and clear.

The footprints left on the snow,

Gradually disappears sure but slow.

For the snow falls once more draping everything in white,

With an ethereal glow that lights up the night.

The perfect Christmas tree, adorning that cozy room,

Spreading joy and cheer to all those in gloom.

The brightly decked malls, the milling crowds, the glamour, the glitter,

That my friend is what I call ‘Winter’!