Winter S Poem by Stefan Hanson

Winter is cold I know.
But so is the lonely heart.
And the cruel soul.

All of which are the unavoidable truth of life
That we can only fool ourselves into believeing we can leave

If you go where there is no winter you will meet strangers.
If you go where there is no lonely hearts you will know how lonely your are.
If you go where there is no cruel souls you will be the cruelest one.

Life is like a beutifull tree.
With the sweet and sour fruits and flowers.
Some are sooner and some are later to flower.
To each his own, and moving from branch to branch
Wont make the sour or the ugly anymore sweet
That comes from the heart and not.
That is why year after year
I bear these cold winters
Cause I know its no warmer, no greener, no sweeter anywhere else
Than I make it myself

Though I do wish the gardner would make one exception for me
So that there is one less sour fruit on the tree.
I wish I never the tree of life
So I would never have known any better