Winter fills my soul with joy,
as the leaves fall and the temperature drops.
The brisk mornings and frost laced windows,
lasting longer each day, before they fade.
Puddles turn to ice with a mirror shine,
tempting to be broken with a crisp snap.
I long for snow each day that passes,
eagerly waiting for a blanket of white.
When it happens, I am filled with excitement,
like a child once again, just wanting to play.
Sitting in front of a roaring log fire,
cooking toast and basking in its warmth.
Walks on a cold winters night,
watching the tendrils of my smoke-like breath.
If you are lucky, icicles form on your eaves,
glistening in the sunlight like diamonds.
Jack frost draws intricate patterns on glass,
like artful brush strokes, or delicate lace.
Where summer heats have faded away,
making tasks and work far more pleasant.
Winter is most definitely my favourite season,
it is when I thrive most and feel at peace.
When you can cuddle up warm in a blanket,
but still feel the cool air on your face.
If I only had but one season to choose,
then winter would be mine;
my true embodiment,
my soul season.
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