Close your eyes and count to three

Feel these words float down to thee

Breath in deep until it wounds,

Air so frigid as to stab.

Keep your eyes shut

You’ll feel the air but

It won’t be your friend

You’ll have to defend.

The frost it will bite

Regardless of might

Once your sweat reverses

Keeping all bad things inside.

Like your hot breath

Before a cold death

Forming clouds to swirl

Into the sky dancing.

You’ll smell it on the wind

A promise of every sapling skinned

The scent unmistakable

Of impending frozen descent.

Shavings of ice

Malformed but still nice

Descending so slowly

As though afraid to land.

Look across the land

To frozen and frictionless sand

See the horizon bleed into sky

And be unable to find the seam.

Know the boundaries of yourself

Stacked upon a shelf

Separated so obviously,

Body so warm next to world so cold.

Observe homes in hibernation

And others in annihilation

When for so long so much is dead

Find the strong few, who stubbornly live on.

Close your eyes once more

And hear a global snore

Feel branches getting thick

Beneath blankets that only chill.

Now open and be entertained

See the shaking clouds dust ordained

To smite for a time unchallenged

And just see if you can hold back a smile.

Now if you can’t restrain

It’s okay don’t refrain

Just know your lips may split

Bringing a solitary drop of colour

To a painting of purest white.

– Vagabond Prophet

 @mildreflections I hope this is a satisfactory mind picture of what winter is here.