Winter

The polar frost arrives and visits everyone.
The rays of coldness shine from the winter sun...

The tree's bare and crooked fingers graze the dark sky.
The misty clouds gaze down with their frigid eye... 

The snow flakes begin to swirl down to land,
The surface starts to look like ice-white sand... 

While we are asleep the snow floor keeps a record,
Who has been where during the charcoal-black night has been stored...

The freezing days aren't too slow, moreover don't last,
But the long wintry nights can't sprint away so fast...  

The mornings are never welcomed with light, 
All that can be glanced upon is the creamy-snow sight...

Then later in that silver season everything starts to thaw,
It's coming to the end of winter and spring will commence its way of nature law...

The polar frost goes away and doesn't bother anyone.
The rays of warmth shine from the spring sun...