Heaven’s powdered sugar falls fresh and soft
The air crisp with memories;
A dancing rainbow on the bitter surface
The jingle of a carriage ride
The smell of fires keeping cozy insides
The nip of Jack Frost brushing the cheeks with his fingers
The taste of peppermint mixed with hot drink
A feeling so deep and unexplainable
Yet longs to be connected through the cold
Father Winter’s immortal hold.
-- Lylith B., 24
