Winter

Bright, cold, dry

The winter morning comes,
Sharp and brittle.
The ground is hard under my feet,
My footprints infinitely shallow.

Cloudy, cold, soft

The clouds come in,
Heavy and grey.
I look towards the sky;
I have not seen it in a year.

Blowing, cold, snowing

The snow begins to come,
Light and fluffy.
It hits the ground,
Each flake adding to the whole.

Dense, cold, blustery

The blizzard hits,
Dark and thick.
The snow rises from the ground
Like the waters of ancient times.

Blowing, cold, snowing

The blizzard has left the land
White on white.
Snow stretched out for miles,
Covering the land completely.

Cloudy, cold, soft

The flurries end their persistence,
White on white
The air is cold and dry again,
The snow the only indication of what's happened.

Bright, cold, dry

The clouds disappear,
Bright and brittle
The snow sparkles in the sun;
A world full of diamonds.