Fluttering flakes dance crazily in front of golden globes,
While translucent glimmers sparkle in the deepening snow,
Snuggled contently within many long flowing velour robes,
Noses pressed hard against frosted window panes aglow.
Silent children stare awed by the beautiful magic it weaves,
Aware that biting winds blow clothing finding chilly bones,
Burying past memories created when jumping in the leaves,
And the howling winds formulate loud whistles and eerie tones.
While drawn breathes escape effortlessly through the nose,
Pairs of eyes sparkle with mischief, knowing secrets untold,
As plump smiles crease cheery cheeks coloured soft rose,
Still all aged people know this storm will soon unfold.
To start the next season, the one filled with rainbows,
Small brilliant buds will blossom into a blaze of flower,
Creating a riverbed of colourful blooms in gentle flows,
And yet, like seasons, life passes slowly, a minutes to an hour.
Where, oh where does the simple pleasure in life go,
By living your life for today, as there may be no tomorrow,
For it passes too quickly, something everyone should know.
And never regret the enjoyment, the laughter, or the sorrow.