When you breathe in you can feel the sharp spikes of winter There goes another one, preparing for the winter Olympics, a dedicated sprinter You can feel the quiet crunch of snow under your boots You can see on the trees, the fresh winter fruits Hear the branches swaying in the gentle breeze The leaves brushing against each other slightly You pull your scarf around your neck, giving it a small squeeze Looking at the sky, you smile brightly Another beautiful day, it might be ~ 10/2/21