Snow Poem

The invisible gust of wind pushes me forwards, as if it has places to be,

The iciness of the temperature sends shivers down my spine,

I stare out at the glistening scenery in front of me,

The once rolling hills covered in fresh green grass are now blanketed by a thick layer of snow,

The snow is a blanket covering the ground but instead of gatekeeping the warmth it makes it colder than before,

The snow looks as fuzzy as white glistening fur but knowingly I leave it be,

As I cut through the fresh layers of iced water, I look out into the vast landscape ahead of me.

Mountains stand tall and white, glistening in the sun's afternoon glow,

The sky beams down at me, the bright blue colour reflecting off my eyes,

A lonely white cloud is flying its way through the blue surroundings,

The sunshine looks down at me, making everything around bright and visible,

The white cloud still lingers, looking as soft as snow,

Once I finish, adventuring the vast beyond

I come back to civilization, all bright and warm,

The snow only comes once every year,

The months from June to August it appears,

It comes quiet, coating the ground swiftly,

Waiting for the people to awake and look out, and for the day’s festivities to begin,

The snow is graceful, peaceful, and free only coming during the cold months of the year.

In coldness it thrives but in heat it dies.