My father would say this one's too plain since "anyone can write something like this"...

A Winter's Path
by Richard Zhang

As winter's breath blows through the gentle waves,
Whilst falling flakes catch on the willow bark,
Deepest memories within the land doth take,
Endless shadows inside journeyman's heart.
For from the days of expressionless joy,
Festivities come and frequently go,
With food and drink and song and dance and toy,
T'was the living dream now buried in snow.
Forward march on flatlands and stepping stones,
A timeless path yeld forth in front of me,
In blizzard or frostbite I hold my own,
To ever running where eyes cannot see.
Across the white and down below the blue,
From where I came to be home again soon.