The air is crisp and sharp,
The cold an envelope I now stand in,
My warm breath, a visible mist,
Ascending, a fading cloud, a mist.
The trees are still, covered in white
Snow has fallen heavily over night,
Not a sound can be heard, it is still and quiet.
A white blanket spread out, nature’s dampener on life.
I look at the wonder winter brings,
It’s own beauty, a picturesque scene
A rustle ahead, amongst the trees
The snow crunching beneath my feet.
Winter, a perfect picture shrouded in white.
© The Imaginary Bureau Blog 2021
