Winter

How I see it

White is the color or purity and yet no one cherishes it

blue is no longer here for all to see

purple sunsets cover the dark night sky as long as it's in the sunsets

grey clouds covering oh so the happy sun

lingering lingering the cold after winds of them all

hearing the howls of the breeze as it seeps in the window

The white pillows everything and makes it somehow white

the smoke dances around the open air as the snow begins to fall

make it once and do it over that is what we all call winter