Frosted windshields reflect winter's beauty,
as snow tenderly covers the errors of man.
Winter winds voice their new griefs,
wailing louder than the engine of a van.
A human's breath freezes in the air,
birthing a baby wisp of smoke.
As the warmth submits to icy fingers,
human skin feels winter's frosted cloak.
White visions touch the faulty human eye,
while the sleeping earth snuggles in a blanket of cold.
The white skin of the hidden ground
bathes in the icy flakes of winter's gold.
The sky hides above stern clouds of grey,
shielding the sun from winter's white glove.
Bundles of human beings struggle to move
within the winter's storms of love.