Clouded scarves of winter skies Woolen wings on tempered sighs Nature wears her white disguise Mounting on the field Laced along the bitter cold Futures that have been foretold Endless phrases painted bold And our lips are sealed Frozen links of glistened feel Piled deep as to conceal Left alone in what is real Bracing for the storm Though inside a fire roars With the one that I adore Let it snow forever more Love shall keep us warm
Ok, I know it's not winter yet...just getting ready for it. :)