the wind whisked away the kite
with a whipping force abrasive to chill reddened cheeks
went away went away the kite flew free

saucy clouds white with ****** of whim
the airy attitude elevates the aesthetics

small fall eyes chris crinkling in winter weathering the biting air

hidden by a ski cap and sheepskin innocence
the white knuckle grip shadowed by the fluttering fragile flurries

white the purest closeting the sadness at home
between father and son
love unrequited

engorge on the winter scene
but do not venture near
for families are the greater fear

not a crack will you see in day
and o' they do go out and play

but tarry neither close nor far
pretending supernova star

for they are safe to watch to learn
because all families end in turn

the dark winter sphere gorges
at any shine found so gorgeous

mood reflects a cold solstace glow
happiness you are struck down low