Winter comes.
The days grow dark.
The air grows cold.
Soon enough, snow will fall,
and blanket the world in white.
With it festivities and lights,
to get through the bleak days.
Like a beautiful sadness.
The barren trees.
The uniform colorless ground,
broken only by tracks here and there.
Yet with a fireplace inside to greet me.
I find peace in winter, and still,
it makes my heart ache.
Nevertheless,
it comes.
Poetry
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I enjoyed this poem,I enjoyed the mix of sadness and joy at the same time.
Finding peace in winter,yet it makes the heart ache I thought that was beautiful.
thank you!