The beauty is within the cold.
The frosted flakes dance free.
A subtle effect, though quite bold.
They gather like family on every tree.
The breeze blows snowflakes around.
The hills coat with white.
This time of the year has no sound.
It's often dark, but joy shines bright.
But the depression comes.
Its big, long arms embrace us
Within its deadly thumbs.
It makes us turn to obliterate trust.
The joy must end.
No more.
Its too much; the friends!
It shakes me down to the core.
Darkness coats the minds.
It snuffs out hope.
You miss the light; the shine.
Wonder if you'll cope.
It squeezes tighter!
Breath's almost gone.
You wish for a lighter.
Then, it's dawn.
For now, hang on.
