the winter, cold & bringing
harsh, brisk reminders
that summer is too far away.
the winter, empty, yet
full of rain to wash.
away the naive dreams
summer spurred.
the winter leaves us
guessing & desiring
value in the temperature
like never before.
then slowly it starts
barren and dry with nothing to
give. hands tinted red &
our cheeks beaten by
the bitter air.
the winter with no promises in sight
now holds in front of us, the cure for hopelessness,
slowly as it swishes and sways from the skyline
the desires, seemingly unattainable from spring
are in the grasp of our hands.
He has painted our misery & despair.
He has made our summer months' dreams into winter wishes.
covered in white are the dreary & ominous mountains
covered in white, promises now not to be broken.
the winter, to be our endless summer.
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