Winter - Poem by Shannon Greenwald
You can sense dread in the trees as winter approaches.
With it’s freezing temperatures, and robbing of the sunlight.
With it’s chilling winds, and blinding storms.
And yet when I look to winter all I see is the beautiful new fallen snow, and the crystals hanging off the sleeping trees.
When I think of winter I see new beginnings, and life put on hold so we can enjoy what we can of this Angelic season
I long for the passion that is winter.
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