Winter

The glass panes look of fine crystal.
The trees glisten with the sun's embrace.
Colors in the snow seem so mystical...
The cold paints a subtle hue to my face.

Deep breath in, then let air flow free...
Watch the fog twirl and spin...
How funny when ones breath we see.
Oh, this joy is so genuine.

Look around, no soul in sight...
The silence allows me to feel alone.
This moment gives me much delight,
These memories eternally I shall own