Changing

The snow gently sways, A sheet of white covers over spirted bright lights. Bells gong in the powerful wind. Slowly the snow dissipates, The outside slowly gains back it's vitality, Vibrants flowers wave, "hello" to the sun, Gingerly the sun peaks between the grey clouds. Trees shiver and shudder. Leaves are painted in blood. Ghosts, ghoules and goblins, creep through the streets selflishly clutching their sugary treats. The once flourishing outside turns fragile and ill once more, And so we wait for change.