Winter Day

Crunch, crunch, crunch
The bright white snow
Breaks beneath my feet
Sinking up to my knees

Light glints off a frozen stream
The cool water burbles underneath
I sit beside it and watch the flow
As flakes of snow fall softly from the sky

The cold, dry wind whistles through the trees
Their creaking branches reach for the sky
Like old, withered fingers seeking warmth
Though none is to be found in the frozen sky