Winter Poem
When the air has chilled and the trees are bare
The clouds a constant gray; they commence to brew
Everyone oblivious, but exhilarated for the beginning
It begins to drift slowly and is swayed by the wind
Unconfined and freed from above
Others accompany it; each with their own paths
Approaching its destiny swiftly and without change
The snowflake impacts the wintry ground
Before long the land will be a white blanket
Winter has arrived and soon will be forgotten