white haze covered in green blankets
trees wearing youthful overcoats
none of it is real after the cold fades
bitter frost warms my nose when i smile
that gray sky and uncertain grounds enojy me as much as i do them
the bashful understanding that it comes only this time
and stays only for short spurts

winter is real
i am home in the embrace of a dark sky
and a giant jacket
sum of memories brings me happiness
dont forget
just wrap up.

alot.