Winter Has Begun

The wet water droplets whistled

while I walked in the wind

The cold scratched at my skin

And sent my head into a spin.

The birds sung in

Unorganized harmony.

The wet ground like a slippery slop

Still gave me stability.

As I felt like I would fall

The wind would catch me

But there was one thing

I couldn’t live without, ever.

It was the hope that

One day the dreadful cold

Would change direction and chase down others

Just like the elders once told.

The rain was a piercing cold

Pinching at my skin

I cannot wait for summer

To begin.