My Winter Wonderland.

Just a short snipit of winter.

Cold, white powder bleeds a thin, transparent river across black concrete that has collected countless years of invisible tire tracks.  It flows to the other side then fades away with the wind.  Frozen, white ghosts that cry bitter tears that linger like frozen kisses until a hand brushes them away and are then just replaced again.  Trees with naked branches waltz with wind, dancing to their own music in ballgowns of ice.  Swaying this way and that, keeping the beat to a rythem that no one will figure out.  No one will be able to tap their foot or snap their fingers.  Snow glistens like a diamond blanket in the moon's glow.  Until it fades, it may never be touched by a person's wandering footsteps.  Trails from furry wildlife disturb the unruffled sea of white here and there, all of this taking place in a clearing in a wood.  There are many secrets that Winter whispers through the wind that no one may ever figure out.  Secrets that can only be encrypted by an ear that takes the time to listen, takes the time to breathe in those chilly secrets instead of walking aimlessly through undisturbed snow and not appreciate the beautiful aspects of Winter.

Author's Note

grammer may be crap but just a shpeel on Winter.