Cold starts to seep in through the warm blankets of Summer and Spring,
Chilling your bones until they freeze,
Your only comfort being a mug of hot cocoa
And your TV
The pain of having to go outside, or to school,
Waking up and it's barely dawn,
Waking up and realising your room is still dark
The heaters being on maximum as they try to warm the chilly atmosphere
You sit near the window, hoping to get some warmth from light,
You shiver under the blankets,
You make yourself some tea and go out in the snow
The snow, as white as cotton, makes a crunching sound as you walk
It's covering the land like a coat of sugar,
Bare trees rise from the layers of snow like a little brown shoot from a tree of white,
And still, snowflakes fall
Each one is unique, it's own pattern, it's own movement,
As it glides through the grey sky
Twirling, waiting to be catched,
Before blanketing the ground
This is Winter
