A Wintry Reflection

When the wind is an icy hug,

and the snow is a blanket, holding the ground snug,

when the trees no longer sway, rocking back and forth, 

and a fire is ablaze next to a comforting hearth,

it feels as if everything stops. 

Time itself is now frozen, stuck in winter's trance. 

Winter, a time of reflection, though at first glance-

it seems as if it's nothing but a dreadful season. 

When the snow falls, that's when the fun begins,

as sheets of ice become a natural mirror, with a reason-

that must be found in the heart of the cold, as the world spins. 

Although the land is wrapped in a bitter hug, 

the mortals who roam, live happily and snug.