Winter

what i feel about winter

Winter comes once a year, once a year until spring is here. Brutally cold, sparkling white snow, ghosts of Christmas. The people are running, playing, enjoying the time they have. Families grow closer the same time death dawns near. Early in the morning the snow sparkles like diamonds in the sun, at night the snow is just there to rot and lay until spring come around. Christmas the time of giving, but the time of losing as well. Beautiful lights for festivals, or just lights for viewing. Winter comes once a year, once a year until spring is here.