Cold and freezing
Time stands frozen
This is winter.
Wet and muddy,
Black puddles are deep
This is winter.
Greys and silver shade
Muted is the landscape
This is winter.
Gardens lack colours,
Denuded trunks show their scars
This is winter.
Breathing is painful
Discovering new depth to lungs
This is winter.
Cozily ensconced in bed
Hidden during the long nights
This is winter.
Dreams are still possible
Dangerously short is life
This is winter.
Light is short even by the fireplace
Waiting for spring
This is winter.
L.C. Bailliet
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