As I step outside,
the frosty air nips at my nose.
The weak sun hits the lawn,
Making it sparkle like thousands of crystals.

The slippery ice threatens,
to make me fall and slid.
I breathe out my mouth,
and watch the breath float in gray puff.

The wind swirls around me,
In a winter ballet.
The trees swaying,
to and fro.

No sounds can be heard,
as I walk quickly up the street.
The gray sky looks peaceful,
as if its hibernating.

The air is chilling me,
right down to the bone.
The wind keeps dancing,
and kissing me with its Winter kiss.