What Makes Winter.

The white-grey sky,
The tree's inside,
The cloudy breath,
Frost in a tide.

The bauble's red,
The music's loud,
The cold to bones,
The mist, a shroud.

The happiness,
The love and cheer,
The yelling kids:
'Christmas is here!'

The end of year,
The golden star,
The blackest ice,
That covers tar.

The movie's on,
The fire's ablaze,
Just once a year,
We have this phase.

We call it 'winter'.