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