The song is gone,
The warmth is scarce,
I miss what I had.
Bewitching tales of the dreaded cold,
Lurk within reality.
Snowflakes hug my nose and eyelashes.
While wind whips my soft red cheeks.
It whispers softly into my open ear,
The secrets forgotten in the snow.
The laughing of children.
The singing of birds.
The shouting of the dreaded cold.
Freshly fallen innocence,
Coats the open ground,
Footsteps soon follow.
A lost mitten,
A loose hat.
The trail is cold with forgotten dreams,
It heats with new found hopes.
A resolution is clear,
Within the daylight of our peers.
We hope for winter,
We hope for snow.
A foolish dream we had...
Hoping for the best.
Winter.
Oh winter.
Has indeed made me sad.
The cold,
The bitter,
The beautiful solstice of our years.
Cold days,
Beautiful nights.
Winter.
Oh winter.
You fill me with fright.
