Snow

Cold, wet and foggy 
My eyes are frosted over and I find it hard to see
as the sky cries tears of ice.

In the distance, I see a faint glow. 
As I peer through the frost-covered window
I see the warm vividness of the crackling red fire. 

The sound of music faintly chirps from inside 
as it plays, the wind whistles and snaps 
the leaves twirl and spin as if dancing to the beat of the song 
I step inside and am overwhelmed with the feeling of warmth and safety.