Analysis of Winter

Crisp Snow and feeling winters frosty glow. Icy cold and bright white winter nights, breathe in the fresh cool air and hanging tight. The crushing sound of ice and snow underneath my boots; it wakes and stirs me as my breath moves my feet, while briskly walking down the street.
My mouth is cold and I am up, the words are flowing like tea in a cup. The winter months are long and dark, its wicked wrath has made its mark. Everything is sleeping, from trees to bees, the movement of the season brings new life for many reasons. Holding dear, the time keeps passing and suddenly the days are longer and my words are ever lasting.