A season for joy ,
Swings quickly by.
Frosty roads,
And shady skies.
For icicles form,
In the roof of my mind
As this season
Is bitter,
But sweet to the eye.
This poem is about the bittersweet feeling that may come at Christmas time. Some others find Christmas to be difficult , and if you are one of those souls, I hear you and I am proud of you always.