Winter’s first blush:
I see beautiful pure snow,
The softest flakes floating down,
I raise up my joyful arms,
To dance and twirl around.
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Winter is new:
Cold flakes tingle on my tongue,
Shivers racing up my spine,
Your softness breaks my fall,
Your touch is so benign.
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The snows piles up:
Your brilliant white blinds me
To secrets that you’ve buried.
I trudge through like concrete,
My gut is feeling wary.
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Winter wears on:
I am struggling to stay warm,
To stay alive beneath your gloom,
I’m smothered by your blanket,
You will not let me bloom.
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The sun comes out:
It tries to chase you away,
But you become an icy shard,
You dangle over my head,
And threaten to pierce my heart.
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The spring arrives:
There’s nowhere for you to hide.
The sun’s rays fall all around,
Till you fade and melt away,
And my blooms rise from the ground.
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