Winter Sonnet

If rainy day should turn to snowy sky
In Winter, with its serene quality,
That chilling season which instills in me
A warming love for crackling trees that die,
Then I would breathe in deep, then I would sigh
And watch the tiny water droplets freeze
And coalesce in cloud in front of me.
This time of year is when I don't ask "why?"
The planet moves its fastest here and now
So close to Sun, yet time is frozen still.
In warmth, minutes are swift and short and small,
But here they drip as though from icy bough.
No work to do, but why is it time we kill?
It's best, I truly think, to watch snow fall.