evil- and cold.

[jammyxriffic]

the snow falls
drenching the already dying grass
the winter nestling himself into every open crevice
dripping and coating dry areas with it's coldness
proving that he is present, despite our thoughts of him.
the snow flies by the street light,
truly showing how large the flakes really are
and how each of them sparkle remarkably
despite the cold tinge to them;
sometimes i want to smile
as i realize that the saying 'no snowflake is ever the same'
is truly a metaphor for something bigger and far more complicated than crystalized water.
the smile dissipates after the snow embeds himself in my shoes,
turning my socks into pockets of cool water
damp pockets;
the winter thinks he's won,
making me want to seek revenge
but instead i don't
i reminisce of the sun and warmth
and remember that winter will eventually end
the pools of water will dry up;
he'll disappear into the clouds,
hide alone;
returning a year later
more powerful and full of strength;

but snow will always melt.