Winter

In the cloud of brisk cherubic beauty

I tilt my free face 

Free from makeup

Free from worry

To inhale the sky

The grey but never gloomy sky

It is a reflection of the snow

And it blindingly glows 

I watch wisps of cotton dance around the sun-kissed peaks

The brightness of day fades the horizon

Each silhouette points to heaven

Touched by the sun is the blanket of snow

A quarry of diamonds waiting to be known 

I am not alone

I am surrounded by the black eyes of Aspens all around

Watching me as I marvel at their branches

Frosted with snow as abundant as that of a iced Christmas treat

The absence of hue 

In this valley of tones

Welcomes a light that is new

True beauty that few seem to know

A juxtaposition 

Of light and dark 

The masterpiece of opposition 

Making its royal mark