Nikki Giovanni pictures a winter wonderland as she stands there like a flower collecting rain. Her winter is viewed like a fantasy full of happiness and bright, gleeful times. She takes in the scenes as the little crystals cling to her like magnets. Giovanni's perspective of winter is much like ours. There is not one flaw that winter possesses.
To others though, there are many flaws. Robert Frost sees the cold, discomforting weather that drive people inside. He sees the freezing animals left outside. His view is almost the fear of the unknown -- what lies beneath the sheets of snow. No one ever knows, do they? Well, not until the blanket of ice melts away.
As for my winter, I can see both. Those sad days with gray slush lining the sidewalk, and the times when I fall into the snow making angels in the fluffy patches. It is beautiful, yet dreary, and calm, yet frightful. All at the same time, I can't get enough. Amazement. That is what I see every single time.
Where ever you are and no matter how you say it, winter, invierno, gheimhridh, hiver, it will only be seen the way you see it. There is one season, and many ways to look at it. It's lovable but also detestable. That's why it's different from the others. Winter is a painting, and a painting looks different every time.
