Imagination

The Bone-Chilling Cold

Its never-ending, bitter,

cold air that makes you shiver.

Merciless, no matter

the condition, its temperature,

would never waver—

Winter.

Does not care,

about your fear

on how your grandparents would fare,

or leave you with time to prepare,

when it draws near.

Its arrival, unannounced,

motionless, without a sound.

Time freezes, everything's still,

And quietness ensues until

Children leave their bunny burrows

And peek out of their windows—

On their tiptoes.

Blankets of snow appear,

Smiles show up from ear to ear.

Christmas bells chime bright and early,

a sound which kids don't hear daily.

They burst out the door without delay,

and dive into the snow to play.

Pretending they're on Santa's sleigh

laughter soon fills up the driveway.

About time, the cars start honking

Hinting that family members are arriving,

in true Christmas spirit, families reunite,

and catch up with each other all day through night.

So even though it's bone-chilling,

the festive atmosphere is comforting—

most people wish it was never-ending.

Yes,

it is silent,

and yes, it is cold.

To the point where,

you never know what it holds.

But above all the bitterness

and numbing, biting cold,

finding the warmth in winter

will never get old.