sextilis made it beautiful
leaves lost it colours ,turned pale
;falling down to earth
fall streamed as yesterday flew
the oak tree in the midst of winter
is not in leaf; standing strong fathomless
"pretty" verily pretty standing alone
ceasing growth until spring
hares are almost all white like six sided snowflakes
I wished I can also hibernate
passing winter in a near-sleep state
unwilling sky called me with
thundersnow
I thought my ears playing tricks on me
nae, it's the real thunderstrom of snow
I'm, be lost of words not because of snow
because of the colorful creature wandering
playing around my glasses in sleet
I thought everyone hates cold
but this butterfly as a hope remained back
when all it's friend left for warmth
like how the little water adds up to snow
I'm staying here with snowmen far away
I'm not the winter earth which is closest to sun
I started to appreciate cold of winter ; of people
the oak tree with empty branches
the hare which changed it's colour
the moist air of  fluffy snow
the lost butterfly , the thunders and I
are all temporary
are all alone but still at there place hoping for new start and warm
I wish till then I enjoy the winter
and love the winter as well as next year.