wintery white

as the wind slaps against the cold, concrete floor; the rain wraps itself, soft and sweet, around my face. the fresh scent of newly fallen clouds arise from the dirt beneath my shoes. winter brings deaf coldness to reddening cheeks of young souls. sweet chills run down my back as the wind licks against my bare neck. winter cannot survive without the night. glorious is the night with it's wintery white moon. starlight, star bright, good night... to you all.