The snow fell in a layer thin enough for my footprints to reveal the concrete beneath each step. It lifted in waves when the wind skimmed the ground, like tall grass in an open field.

I sighed as I set my car in park and opened the doors. I sat on the edge of my car seat for a while pondering what my life had become. But I had no other choice. Time for another day of work.

As I sped down the mountain, the wind sliced across my face like a dagger. It hooted at me as if to warn me of the danger ahead. If I had known what was to happen that day; I would have listened to the wind.

Winter. A time of year we all know well.

A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.

A time of year when adults laugh and children play,

A time of year that lasts many a day.

Winter so cold

It reminds me of the world

The snow falls 

Snow covering the walls

The flakes look so calm

As they fall on your palm

As cool as they look

I think I'd rather read a book

Staring out the window at the glittering snow

Simply reflecting on long long ago

Watching kids play through shiny tears

Like looking back at my childhood years

The icy Penobscot wind cut through me like a blade as I stared at the crow, now just a crumpled shadow in the snow. My dad’s shot had silenced its call, and it lay there, broken and defeated, a symbol of my own helplessness.

Mountains made of icy sand, 

The sun peers down onto the land. 

A mirror casted upon the ground, 

As winter silences every sound. 

Miami. I need a flight to Miami. I couldn't stand the cold anymore. It was the beginning of January, the home of freezing temperatures and perpetually gray skies.

Snowflakes danced through the still air,
Whispers of winter, crisp and fair.
Bare trees stood, their branches slight,
Cloaked in frost, bathed in white.

Winter: 

As frosty winds whisper, wrapping us in fear,

In winter's grasp, we gather near.

Underneath the snow-cloaked rooftops

We find warmth in each other.