From an innocent age
I have always held an inborn fondness for winter
The way the cold air brought people together inside
And the fact that no snowflake was ever the same.
But as I have increased in age
I have found less redundant things that appeal to me about the Jack Frost season
For I now relate the the way everything freezes over
And you cannot feel the tips of your fingers
And new comfort has been located in the elongated periods of darkness
And I have found a deeper meaning
In the way snow falls, but doesn't always make it to the ground