From the chilly breeze that brings the frost,
Covering the vibrant green pearly white.
The cold fills your lungs with icy frost
Every breath is a desperate cloud of heat.
Smelling the freshness of pine, a signature undertone of winter.
A constant buzzing chill in your fingertips.
Having all your senses engaged.
Winter, unforgivingly beautiful
Could be cruel if underestimated.
Could crawl and sting your skin,
Toes and fingers inking with blackness.
Shivering and shaking,
Cold and blue.
Winter could be cruel.
Step with caution.
Bundle in wool and fur.
Never never be fooled by the pearly white snow.
Never stay out after dusk.
Always remember, the scent of pine will always lead you home.
Winter has always held a special place in my heart: how it drapes over the spring like silver. It has a gentle quietness to it, its beauty is enough to steal one's breath. Although snowfall is rare, I imagine the snowflakes like faint whispers from a forgotten time, so soft and pure. Yet it hides a sting of ice beneath. My favorite will always be the sound of the wind singing lonely songs through empty branches. So gentle yet cruel, the season of stillness and silent chilling nights. Winter does not care, if it captures the beauty of nature, on the edge of pain. You have two choices, to admire her or simply fear her. I choose to admire her.
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