As I walk on the icy trail,
The sharp, brisk wind runs through my hair.
The cold air caresses my rose colored skin,
While I walk, taking in the sights before me.
The trees are clothed in white, snowy lace
and the falling snowflakes dance;
while the wind carries them home.
The animals scurry around and I smile warmly.
"Have a good rest." I say to them quietly.
The snow crunches when my boots hit the ground,
breaking the silence each time.
I stuff my hands in my pockets
and trudge through the snowy sheet.
Wondering how long this winter will last
before the sun uses its heat.
