Writing Prompt:
What does winter sound like?
Winter is a whisper, an empty howl. It is deathly silence. Lifeless. Summer, Spring, and Autumn are a rush of noise but winter is when the world grows quiet. The world is asleep beneath the frozen blanket of white. Jack Frost's whispers are a lullaby and with his kiss you shiver as you feel a sheet of ice on your skin. It's as if the world is dead. Persephone has gone to her husband Death to his underworld realm and Demeter retreats to mourn. The world is bereft of joy. The green world encased in the white world. Winter is a lone howl, a desire for company. A call for solace. For someone to hold them in the dark and dreary. Winter is to sleep alone with no one beside you. It is sleeping atop a grave with the ghosts. No song of joy only a melody of misery to hum me to sleep where you dream of rainbows and laughter.
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