Winter is On My Tongue

By Ruhin Sharma

Winter is on my tongue,

A bittersweet taste it brings,

Memories of lingering snow,

And the cold that stings.

A season of both beauty and pain,

A time of change and reflection,

Where the world is stripped bare,

And we're left with introspection.

The air is crisp and sharp,

Like a knife against my skin,

But it reminds me to be present,

To feel the frost within.

Winter is a reminder,

That life is not all sunshine,

That even in the darkest times,

There's still a glimmer of divine.

Through the barren trees,

And the frozen ground,

There's a quiet strength,

That winter has found.

It's a time to slow down,

And appreciate what's true,

For in the stillness of winter,

We discover something new.

So as I taste the cold,

On the tip of my tongue,

I embrace the lessons of winter,

And all the growth it's brung.

For just like the seasons,

Our lives are ever-changing,

And it's in the depths of winter,

That we find the most enlightening.

So embrace the cold on your tongue,

And all the feelings it may bring,

For winter is a reminder,

Of the beauty in everything.

By Ruhin Sharma