Looks Can Be Deceiving

Authors Note: This is a creative piece about winter.


I feel wet snow on my cold, dry skin,

Like the dreadful soul I hold within.The Ice crystals fall with a slight delay,Through tall, leafless trees which bend and sway.while strange noises crunch in the new fallen snow,And the sun is shining with a glistening glow.                                                                      

Window panes covered in sparkling frost,                                                                             

look down at the animal tracks I have just crossed.Maybe I am dead and if that is so,sooner or later I’ll blend with the snow.but everything is not what it seems,Like how it turns out, this is only a dream.