Will you show me your Winter?…?

I Love the Winter season! …being announced by the beauty of fire's colors as they fall down from the branches of trees. Until all remains no clothes, disrobed in their nature to be covered by a sheet of white. The cold wind blows upon my skin, numbing me to the point that I can carelessly stand within its presence.

I would love for you to be able to show me your Winter in poetic form, whether it be a metaphor or descriptive.

Length does not matter.
I want to see Winter through your eyes…and touched by your words. ;)