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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.
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
Winter is a Season
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.
#seasons#winter#spring#hope#resillience
Archaesus
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Archaesus
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
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