Personification of Winter
There is a new girl in school, sharp and cool,
who always wants to chill.
Soft snow-white tufts fluff her head
like puffed pillows
bunched upon a bed.
At night, she becomes my bitter enemy.
Her icy gaze glazes over me like tinted glass.
Her words send chills down my spine.
Yet, when the sun rises,
she shimmers and shines--
reminding me of beautiful moments.
Her presence fills a room,
bringing everyone closer--
into the light.
I'm not sure why,
but the hard work seems worth it.
It's not like she bites...
I think I rather like this girl,
the one with colorless skin--