Winter

it's cold outside, with weather warnings bitter cold, seems like winter is mourning warmth of the sun, it was too long ago instead of sun we have cold wet snow the ground is slippery we fall on our bums but the children are out and there having fun The wind is whipping and I lose my hat foot prints in the snow of the prowling cat everything is white as if the world is starting again the battle field empty, the canvas is plain but already, foot steps appear Life underneath is coming near.