Winter is the season of depression
Each snowflake falls, clean and fresh
upon our blue faces
When winter comes
The trees die
Among the pines
Standing tall
When winter comes
Blizzards form
In the skies above
Turned black
When winter comes
Cold sleets
Dampens the soul
Once sunny
A flake of snow fluffy as it is,
Had landed on a bed of snow,
As a kiss upon my cheek.
It strikes me how much we've been blessed.
I really like the poem and how different your perception of it is from most poems. You have the ability to capture pros and cons of winter.
ReplyDeleteThank you Amber! I really appreciate it:)
ReplyDelete-Meshaal AlEnezi