The sky is so clear when the world’s cased in ice
A blue that’s so vibrant it’s almost enticing
Enough to persuade me to go walk outside
But the cold snow reminder marks the trip as “Denied”
In the day the snow shines almost blindingly white
Then red with the sunset on the stairway to night
Such a glorious sight in the brisk youth of Winter
As the season goes on, our fatigue kills the splendor
A Life in Poems 