Old Man Winter has arrived:
Bringing with him icy winds and falling snow.
We step outside into the unwelcoming cold,
Bundled up in our warmest coats, boots, hats and gloves.
We walk down streets,
Shivering in the cold,
Heads down as we try to avoid his icy fingers.
The concrete grey is reflected in the greyness of the sky
Against which is silhouetted the bare fingers of naked trees.
Yes, Old Man Winter has arrived
And with his arrival we hibernate:
plants, animals and humans.
We seek shelter away from the cold and grey
Eagerly awaiting the colours and warmth of Spring.
Do you enjoy the time of Old Man Winter?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013