Winter.
Cold, dark silent world of quiet uncolored beauty.
A wonderland of ice, snow, and silver castles made of crystals and
children’s imaginations.
Wars fought bravely on fields of white, wars won and lost and re-done,
with ammunition of chill flakes.
Night falling quickly and covering the world in a deep and silent blanket made of starlight and frost.
Counting the days until Winter Break and Christmas, anxiously awaiting the new year and new
                beginnings.
Being called home from your friends’ houses, where a family of snowmen sit on yards and grin
                lopsidedly at the road.
Snuggling in front of the fire with a cup of hot chocolate and your loved one, the dog curling up
                nose-to-tail between the two of you.
Winter:  Anxiously awaiting Spring’s renewal.