A Small Description of Winter (To Me)

Winter is the smell of pine and christmas trees, 
the brightness of stars among the dark, cold sky. 

It is the sting of too many snowballs formed in hands, 
the warmth of a blanket while watching the cheesy movies. . 

Winter is the taste of gingerbread and apple cider,
the feeling of scratchy scarves under your chin,

to shovel heavy slosh over your shoulder, 
and notice bright red berries in the snow. 

Winter is the desire for the season of frost, 
and then the yearning for spring a month later. 

It is the season of family and friends, 
of sharing food and gifts and smiles. 

Winter is that feeling of timelessness, 
the freezing of sand in an hourglass. 

Winter is the inevitable promise 
of dragon breath clouds and red cheeks. 

Cinnamon and hot cocoa, 
glistening ham and candy canes,

the crack of ice and layers of snow,
the scrape of car windows of frost. 

Winter is fast approaching, 
and Vermont is ready.