Fleeting Shivers

It’s too cold outside. The blustery wind snapped my arm in two. My orange nose wiggled almost escaping me. The snowflakes are starting to fall again, making me a thicker jacket to wear. proud The beautiful crystals glistened realized and Under the December sun. I stood soon tall to receive the showers of mother nature but I Days and months flashed past. My smile soon faded from my wet face, dripping beads of sweat. I could no longer stand tall but instead I slouched with my shrivelling back, melting and melting. I saw my reflections in the puddle beneath me: my wilting figure. How I longed to feel the bright, and warm sunshine of June I couldn’t be like everyone else. I…