Ah winter, I find warmth in its' chill,
In the quiet of the rolling hills
As they're covered by small
White pieces of a winter sky.
There's warmth in the ice coated trees
That gleam in the sun.
A forest whose more delicate members
Bow, as if to some unknown king.
I know it's cold,
I can feel winters' breath on my skin,
But I have been more cold in summer
Without the warmth I feel within...