Winter

It feels like a deep and cold splinter
Like when frost bite eats away at the tips of our bodies
And we blow our breath to make our bodies warm

It sounds like the whisper of the wind
As it recites its poetry of desolation
Like the sound of a snow owl that hoots when it is all alone

It looks like piles of dense clouds settled and frozen on the ground
And the footprints of humanity soon turned therm dirt brown
As they melt away to clear liquid that sinks down down down

It smells like the smoke of a thick and icy fire as its frozen flames consume the skies
Like when broken hearts allude the truth because they see through broken eyes
And the brokenness of their heartbeats highlight the air's cries

It tastes like the frozen tears that fall from the sky
Like when someone dies and someone else starts to cry
It tastes so bitter, yet so sweet
In the deadness of it all, its beauty repeats