Wintertime

When the weather outside is frightful,

I enjoy sitting by a roaring fireplace,
not without a cup of hot chocolate in hand,
the worries of life left in the year behind me.
Earlier comes the frigid twilight, signaling the start of a bitter night, but,
rending the darkness, the snow scatters traces of light.
The trees shine too,
in a struggle to forever brighten the world.
Melt, the snow will inevitably, and burn, the trees will,
eventually; but for now, let's just enjoy the lights.