The daring escape of Winter

Briskly the silhouettes of diamond shaped patches stained the frozen sky fluttering to and fro like a pendulum gently settling against the road’s rough and bumpy skin. Eventually the snow trekked up the cresting road as it glued a sheet of ice over it and over time piled up like a gargantuan funeral as the white shrouds were scattered everywhere. Trees pour out their brown tension as their skin peels of overlapped by the snow that wrapped them in a white suit unknotting there uneven, creased skin into smoothness, protecting them from the Siberian winds which gnawed at them. But leaves embedded into the snow like green patches on paper; rotting as the snow embroidered their peripheries in crispy frost camouflaging into the brown crevices that were moulded into it.

The mountains could feel the brutalness of a winter landscape drooping over the sun, whose warmth faded like ice in water as the glacial winds clenched onto it squeezing out the warmth in the form of a yellow waterfall commencing the return of Winter.

Suddenly snowstorms pierced the peaceful, snowy settlement gushing gasping, black holes into the pale, snowy background as endless black patches stained the carpet of snow. And as the staining appeared evermore so did the sweet summer smell swell the bitter air as they popped and an abyssal warm scent flooded the atmosphere. Clouds started to play hide and seek with the fading sun and grasped onto it as the sky closed its mouth and started to spit out the buckets of snow drops which rattled with a succession of clanks in the pit of its stomach screaming at them to let them be free and so the clouds obeyed and the whiteness now saturated the air in its onslaught. Staining now transformed into grey threads which were weaving through the snow like an elongated snake twisting, turning, coiling and surging through the snow’s opaque identity of its invisible infestation.        Ice bound rivers trapped in sugar as their transparent, lashing tongues spiralled onto the ice and stuck onto it like a magnet halting their journey through the earthy, slipping ditches and mountains peaks now camouflaging in the white clouds on touch instead of slicing them in half slowly being carried off as the clouds clench onto their zeniths.

But in all the havoc and chaos the quivering grass and the shuddering bushes could taste the warmth rebrewing in their mouths and could sense the coming of summer. The warmth had arisen once more racing ahead of the tingling shivers which spiked through its back as the snow melted like metal and concealed itself into every crook and cranny in the grey surface that was encrusted in the mountains’ slouching chest. And the river sucked the ice like a straw and recommenced on their looping path. The sun’s radiant swords prodded through the clouds slashing at the snow which gently disappeared while glissading down the remnants of the white marks and the sub-zero temperature had veiled itself underneath the warmth’s oppressiveness.