It's never subtle
However hard it tries to be.
Sneakily swiping degrees
And minutes of daylight
From our warm lovely summers.
Slowly choking life
And colour
Away from the leaves
That so graciously
Dress our maples.
Suffocating them
So viciously
That they turn red
From lack of oxygen…
Or so it seems.
When winter waltzes in
Crickets go to sleep
And flower petals fall
Pink
Yellow
Blue
Against the earth.
The geese leave for the tropics
Honking
As they pass in the grey sky above us.
The nipping winter wind
Whistles by
Slow and steady
And then stronger
Chilling our bones
Like ice.
By November
Summer is forgotten
Winter is all we can think of.
Ice
Cold
Wind.
Hot cocoa becomes our only comfort.
The smooth
Warm
Silky taste
Of chocolate.
The fire in the hearth
Glows orange
Red
And yellow.
The crackling embers
Sparkling
Flickering
Against the coal.
Thick grey wool socks
Burgundy track pants
Green fleece sweatshirts
The fresh smell of pine
Balsam
And the luminescent light
From candles in the room.
When winter waltzes in
These things keep us cozy.
Protecting us from the cold
That has taken over outside.
When we look out
Our windows
That shield us from the air
We struggle
To see
A single speck of life.
Winter has robbed
Our world of its beauty
The only thing remaining
The baby pink petals
Of a single
Closing
Primrose
And soon
Not even this will remain.
When Winter Waltzes in
And the trees are naked
Marshmallow fluff clouds
Cover our dark sky
As the wind starts to howl
Against the crimson brick
That is holding up our houses.
Tea brewing
Branches shaking
Dark settling
Street lights glowing.
Flakes start to fall
Gracefully landing
And shimmering
Sparkling.
When winter waltzes in.
Slowly choking life
And colour
Away from the leaves
That so graciously
Dress our maples.
Suffocating them
That they turn red
From lack of oxygen…
Or so it seems.
When winter waltzes in
Crickets go to sleep
And flower petals fall
Pink
Yellow
Blue
Against the earth.
The geese leave for the tropics Honking
As they pass in the grey sky above us.
The nipping winter wind
Whistles by
Slow and steady
And then stronger
Chilling our bones
By November
Summer is forgotten Winter is all we can think of.
Ice
Cold
Wind.
Hot cocoa becomes our only comfort.
The smooth
Warm
Silky taste
Of chocolate.
The fire in the hearth
Glows orange
Red
And yellow.
The crackling embers
Sparkling
Flickering
Against the coal.
Thick grey wool socks
Burgundy track pants
Green fleece sweatshirts
The fresh smell of pine
Balsam
And the luminescent light
From candles in the room.
When winter waltzes in
These things keep us cozy. Protecting us from the cold
That has taken over outside.
When we look out
Our windows
That shield us from the air
We struggle
To see
A single speck of life.
Winter has robbed
Our world of its beauty
The only thing remaining
The baby pink petals
Closing
Primrose
And soon
Not even this will remain.
When Winter Waltzes in
And the trees are naked
Marshmallow fluff clouds
Cover our dark sky
As the wind starts to howl
Against the crimson brick
That is holding up our houses.
Tea brewing
Branches shaking
Dark settling
Street lights glowing.
Flakes start to fall
Gracefully landing
And shimmering
Sparkling.
When winter waltzes in.
