Winter is ICE CREAM,
cold gushes of air, gives you a brain freeze.
The SNOW crunches beneath your feet, the CREAMY ICE crunching against your gums.
You look down at what’s in your mitten wrapped hands.
Houses made of gingerbread, topped with sprinkles and a cherry.
But the giant twirling spoon destroyed the houses, making them crumble underneath the CREAMY ICE.
Each step you take, impacts each bite. The houses were destroyed, gone, not even a single piece in sight.
The sun shined brightly, on a new morning day, the SNOW melted inside the cone, leaving CREAMY puddles alone.
But it all changed when you came to a stop. Scoops of more SNOW, gets put in your cone.
Added with more gingerbread houses, and a cherry on top.
The houses have been built, on this new morning day, and off you go with ICE CREAM in your hand,
Walking through a winter wonderland.