Whiteness, so bright you can't see
The waving aroma of winter.
Feeling of adrenaline rushing down your veins
"crunch, crunch" it compacts together
The smoothness and roundness is flawless
The more compact, the harder and tougher
Hands turning red as they breathe cold air
The thought brings back childhood memories
Memories mak you feel warm inside
Your thirst, finally quenched as
It melts in your mouth
"Whoosh" passes through air at the speed of light.
Blood dripping heavily from noses
Tips of tongues stuck to coldness
Wonderful winter would not be winter without it.
The Nature of Things
The year has been hard.
Your body weary, eyes not worthy of looking anywhere but the ground.
Sighs escape, a ghost leaving your mouth.
Memories upon memories stumbling on each others' boots, all demanding attention.
Dark secrets spilt, causing a strain on your mind, seeping through your knit cap.
Will it ever be forgiven?
Will it ever be forgotten?
Long breaths, falling snow, falling, and falling.
Covering the ugly, dying corpse that is the ground.
A layer of virgin white.
Untouched.
Nature's cold new beginnings, a second chance, a promise of a spring on the horizon.
Eyes, slowly look up.
Precious snowflakes gently fall
Sticking to wet, tear stained lashes
A cold new beginning has begun.
Winter.
Your body weary, eyes not worthy of looking anywhere but the ground.
Sighs escape, a ghost leaving your mouth.
Memories upon memories stumbling on each others' boots, all demanding attention.
Dark secrets spilt, causing a strain on your mind, seeping through your knit cap.
Will it ever be forgiven?
Will it ever be forgotten?
Long breaths, falling snow, falling, and falling.
Covering the ugly, dying corpse that is the ground.
A layer of virgin white.
Untouched.
Nature's cold new beginnings, a second chance, a promise of a spring on the horizon.
Eyes, slowly look up.
Precious snowflakes gently fall
Sticking to wet, tear stained lashes
A cold new beginning has begun.
Winter.
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