Snowflakes unwillingly brighten the day

They drop silently; so blissfully

Through these gloves

And frozen fingers

They slip away

Leaves and bright flowers

Along a path

They start their way

Picking them one by one

Through the breeze

They slip away

The heat like a fire

Good times

Here to stay

Blue ocean

Newfound Happiness

And most worries

They slip away

The chill and the warmth

Both combined

And intertwined, most everyday

Vibrant leaves

Can’t be replaced

Off the branches of the trees

It’s winter season once again; they slip away.