Winter is a snow globe,
isolating you in its icy sphere
and a white blanket of snow.
Spring trapped beneath its ice
wanting to be let free.
Nature and all of its life plea,
̈ Melt, you white cold beast,
so the sun can feast on our colors
and demolish the wrapping of snow.¨
Slushing through the crisp snow,
is the only sound I hear and the sights of majestic white trees and sleighs gliding against the snow.
A smile beams across my face
as I think of all the fun that takes place.
Winter might not be so bad, in this cold chilling bubble.