Winters a Thief

Steel coloured sky days Lawns wearing white coats. Misty mornings hide the coming day. Breath hanging there Where they words or just hot air. Lakes frozen solid Mere mortals walking on water. Squirrels dancing on skeleton trees. To the sound of bird calls. Dogs better dressed than their owners being taken for a spin. Shorter days, longer nights to dream of sun kissed beaches. you leave for work no sign of light return in darkness another day lost winters pick pocketing your life one day at a time.