Winter’s snowflakes bustle around,
they are God’s frozen tears showering
to the ground
Warm blankets, dancing fires
hot stew
Something that upgrades the twinkling star
in your parents’ eyes
Even homework,
it sort of makes it good too
you know when Jack Frost pays a visit
and writes the answers on the window too?
Anyway winter always will and always is a standing
enjoyment
What’s more
there is an improvement every year.
“That is why you must simply cherish it, dear,”
says my grandmother, wiping a tear.