creamy white like lost bones laying on a patch of onyx ice
the wind shall blow the scent of fresh snow
through the brazen air whipping my hair in my
eyes deceiving me with a freezing blast the
once sparkling snow is a whirlwind of
ivory gleaming in a rush of frosty
sights of the pale violet winter sky bringing snowflakes
dancing in under the moonlight of twilight when
whispers of a chill slowly slipped into our minds
wandering searching for a care free day that
didn’t want to be found