The bitter winter air cripples my lips
All the while my nose turns an unfamiliar shade of red
The sun overhead shines no more as the gloomy clouds engulf the light once there
The grass subsides as the trees last leaves descend to the ground
Birds rhythmic chirping is lost in the white abyss
Animals scatter for the last of food preparing for something they knew would come
Getting dressed takes longer
Along with getting out of the driveway
The streets once filled with lemonade stands and kids playing in the park
Are now barren with only the occasional passerby
The world stops
Freezes
Winter is here to stay