“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell 

In the early morning hours

When in to the day adventuring

The air crisp and nature frozen

Of the wet snow during the night fallen 

Trying hard not to sink in

As in the soft powder hard to stand 

A pair of tire tracks to walk in

As the snow covers most of the land

Looking at the skies 

For some star me to guide

The redness of it all

Makes me stare in awe

In the midst of toughest winter times

It really is hard for any green grass to find

But appreciating the beauty around me

As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege