Winters Sensations

Fresh glance of new fallen snow, Sensed aroma of cleanliness anew, Feeling of a spectacular glow, Purified mountains glistening true, Brilliant sunshine capturing a hue, Not much the cold, but enduring it bold. Whistling, bringing new details, Waiting to see what nature will unfold. Billowing creatures, building sails. Rising upwards from the gales, Watching children in old man winters chest. Parading with a stomp so brisk, Bundled so tight in conquest, To stay Jack Frosts torrid risk. They prosper in joyful frisk. Remembrances of my youthful days, Recalling the first slide of year, Yearning for my yesteryear ways, I watch which brings joy in a tear. So challenged, walking without fear. Still captivated by its sheer beauty abound. Developed by my memories long ago, Upon its end, saddened by the ground, I honor the last glimpse, which does show. My dignity, fortitude, I will always know.