WiNtEr

The sun shines.
White crystals blind,
As the snow falls
And the wind calls.

The cold winds bite,
Even throuhg the trees tremendous height.
As the sun sets for night,
I run with all my might.

The snow drifts slow me down
Even with ever bound.
My lungs are searing,
Yet I'm not fearing.

The stars are bright.
I see the log house's light
When I emerge from the thick forest.
I can still hear the river's chorus.

My breath swirls around my face
Then I run to the house like a race.
I take in one last breath of cold air,
'Cause days like this are, oh, so rare.