Winter Finally Arrives

the sun raises its head—
sleepy and low—
barely kissing the Earth
with its brilliant radiance.
the sky is clear—
magnificently blue and endless.
you walk outside,
relishing that first breath
of cold, clear air—
air so crisp you can feel
its icy fingers branch out and
reach for your lungs.
heat escapes from the door,
its shadow twisting and moving
in an eerie seasonal waltz.
yes, winter has finally come.
jack frost has painted his masterpiece,
a winter wonderland pristine
in its innocence and beauty.