𝓐 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂

‘Winter’

[Colour] Winter is a sheet a white blankets,

[Sight] Towering trees are now scary long skeletons,

[Feel]  Irritating frostbites between my fingers,

[Smell] The fresh scent of wet and damp grass rushes by with the wind,

[Hearing]  The sparks of the fire sound ferocious, 

[Taste]  Hot choccy runs over my tongue, and down my throat,

[Emotion] All is fresh, cold, and precious in the world.  

Ayin Esela