Oh winter, you're so beautifully misunderstood.
Your icy outside hits others insides but I'll always be by your side.
Though your sugar covered trees may be a lie.
And the next days powder is nothing but a risk taking slush.
You know how to do it all with such an elegance.
I believe the silver lining to it all is the tree's branches, coated in their own.
And the way the nights sparkle with nothing but a shivering breeze to call its own.
And by the time it's over, nothing is left for you to keep.
By that time it's the new life's duty to rebuild all you have destroyed in your most delicate of ways.