Winter blossoms into my soul,

And keeps me encased in a flurry of gold.

The seed of merriment and joy,

Cultivates in the palm of our hearts.

What is winter?

It is a song of silence,

Slowly spreading its lyric across the landscape.

It is the sweet aroma of coffee,

Enveloping the morning with a warm hug.

It is the dawn of a new life,

Awaiting to bloom from a deep sleep.