Winter

Wind whispers across the frozen landscape,

And whistles in your ear,

Icy and unwelcoming,

You step into its grasp.

It wraps its freezing fingers around you

Like a blanket of ice.

It pulls you in and makes you bend,

Makes you push against it,

Fighting to get free.

Snowflakes kiss the ground around you,

Like tears on a pillow,

Forlorn and forgotten,

But only until all have shed.