Winter So Beautiful

The cold gray skies
form a lucid barrier,
which nothing
can break through.

A confinement so well made,
not even a ray of light
can pierce its outer shell.
A curious thing.

There is no warmth
only the bite of frost in your soul.
A blanket that keeps you cold,
falls so silently.

A painting of simple beauty one would assume,
a white so pure, so entrancing.
It only hides what the eyes do not want to see,
a temporary memory.