Winter Days
The cold bitter frost bites at me from the
snow-covered wonderland outside of my window,
The trees reflect sunlight from their crystallized
branches that hang lowly to the ground,
The ground in a thick blanket of fluffy, white snow,
And small, beautiful snowflakes descend from the sky
With winter comes two joys;
big sweatshirts,
sweatpants,
fuzzy socks,
and slippers
with a mug of warm hazelnut coffee
all while cuddled in mountains of pillows and blankets
with a warm fire near by;
the inside beauty of the harsh cold
But the other joy includes going to the mountain,
getting on my board
and losing myself in the whispers of the snow,
the cold means comfort