Winter When

Winter,
when the ground speaks in grumbles and grunts
when my feet decide on their own where they want to go
Winter,
when i don’t know if the sun will ever come back
when the wind removes my face and i laugh
Winter,
when the nights are still and dark
when the days are brilliantly bright, blinding you from the ground
Winter,
when every step is a crunchy symphony
when my hands are always cold from icicles and snowballs
Winter,
when half of everything dies or sleeps
when laughter is spontaneous, shattering the silent silence
Winter,
when i dance and laugh
when i squint and grin
when i roll in new powder
when i freeze my ass off
when i win a snowball fight
when i loose
when the world is new every day
when it has been recreated overnight
when everything holds new promise and possibility
when Winter