I wake up
Little flakes of snow swirling by my window
Orange and cinnamon wafts from downstairs
Vacation in the snow!
Eager to go outside, I lace my boots
Snowy winds blast my face as I step outside
Nests of small white birds litter the trees
Overcast skies drop snow in light flakes
Withering leaves crunch underfoot
Ash sits in the warm fireplace from burned logs
Noisy chirps of birds can still be heard through the house
December I will always remember
Walking through the hallways on creaky wooden floors
Icicles drip off the trees
No sounds besides the birds and wind in the trees
Time seems still
Each inch of snow that falls sends a smile to my face
Rapidly, the snow piles up