Simile of Winter

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Like a biting cold winter day,
Bundling under layers
With crystals stinging the hands.
Like a biting cold winter day,
Looking on at the barren trees
And gray-filled sky.
Like a biting cold winter day,
Heat on full blast driving
The morning route with shivers.
Like a biting cold winter day,
Blankets covering the ground
And few on the road,
No constant engine sound,
Just a quiet sound of snow.
Like a biting cold winter day.