Frigid ice cools my bones 

My voice becomes raspy in the air

The ground view so low, lacking in tones

I don’t dawdle out there, I wouldn’t dare

Days pass by, all a blur

Productivity wanes and dies

It’ll all come back I’m sure 

But with the cold, I cut all ties

Tree branches shooting out

Against the skyline, so bright

To see this vision, I change my route

To explore the winter, to see this sight

Snow so cold it burns

More than any fire could 

I slip around the turns

We need more firewood

All is well and dandy

Only on the inside

As I eat my cane of candy

I can’t say I tried

As I happily experience winter from inside.