Beauty

I love the winter, but hate the cold;
it freezes my hands, yet warms my soul.
Snowflakes are glistening, under the moon;
but the water is chilled, and the ice comes soon.
Everything sparkles, from treetops down;
soft crunches under my feet, as I wander the town.
White comfort surrounds me, bringing me peace;
this beauty is natural, not to buy or lease.
I tune out reality, one breath at a time;
happiness rises from within, the feeling is mine.
When the sun reappears, I don't know what I'll do;
so I live for the moment, my mind tells me to.
I love the winter, but hate the cold;
it freezes my hands, but makes my heart gold.