Winter is a season
With barren limbs
Fallen leaves
Blowing winds
And frozen eaves
Winter is a season
Of greyed out skies
And barely touching suns
Cold, burning eyes
And noses on the run
Winter is a season
Where green and beauty fades
Buried ‘neath a white sheet
And it seems that for an age
Winter is all there is.
But winter is a season.
Seasons always change.
Seasons come and go
Seasons are a phase
Winter is a season.
Winter is a season
One of four, in fact
The other three are green
Winter has an icey grasp
But Spring, summer, fall -
Flowers! Bees! Warm, soft breeze!
Butterflies and normal flies,
Fruit and veggies, rain and shine!
Running, laughing, falling, playing
Kissing, hugging, gasping!
Winter is a season.
Right now I do feel cold.
I feel like I want to stay in bed
Until the day that I grow old
And no longer raise my head.
Winter is a season.
This one seems worse than most.
But if I give up now-
If i choose to let this go-
Then I miss the next.
Winter is this season.
I’ll try to stay warm while it lasts
And maybe share a blanket where I can
But I feel, coming fast,
A fresh new spring to share.