Submissions by Goldy-992 (David Gold)

Winter is coming,  
a whisper in the air,  
sharp as the bite of frost,  
cloaking the trees in white.  

Leaves drop in silence,  
their rustling hushed  
beneath a blanket of snow,  
like secrets buried deep.  

The sun fades early,  
casting long shadows,  
cool breaths curl like smoke,  
and lights twinkle in the dusk.  

Children bundle up tight,  
racing through icy streets,  
giggling as snowflakes swirl,  
each one a tiny wonder,  
catching dreams on their tongues.  

The nights...