Winter's wind stabbing my face. Winter's snow falling gently into place.

The bitter, blistering cold withers life's grace,

Like a reaper scythe's forceful embrace.

The unforgiving ice sits and dwell on my streets.

A simple act of deceit, that hides and cheats.

I slip and fall, and my face and the icy floor greets.

Blood leaks from my nose,

all but watery eyes were present on these ice sheets.

I laugh the hurt away as I get up and continue to play,

what a beautiful memory younger me has made.