Cold, Angry Winds

Warm days are swallowed by cold, endless nights.

Solitude over comes the seasons.

The leaves turn colorless,

Slowly changing from the bright, vibrant colors.

Soon, they will fall from the tree, leaving it bare,

Their limbs left naked, shivering, above the water.

The water stands still, lifeless now.

The kids are gone, the fish too.

It stands still and quiet,

Paralyzed by the angry wind.

The wind, cold and furious,

Tears through everything,

Leaving harsh scars and bright pink cheeks,

The children cry, they know.

Their cold, pink hands and wet bodies are forced inside;

Experiencing the cold, bitter snow.

Winter has come and it will not let go