Winter
Soft, feathery flakes
Floating to the ground.
Your white, wispy, goodness
Brings laughter all around.
The houses don your hues-
Red, gold, and green,
While the air quivers with sleigh bells,
Ringing, clear and free.
But soon your glorious welcome,
Is worn, thin and bare.
As the months roll on we wonder,
Is the sun even there?
Your gentle breeze transformed
Into an unforgiving gale.
The snowy white gave way
To gray- cold, lifeless, and pale.
As your winds shriek louder,
And the brown tumbles on,
Our hope begins to surrender
To the inevitable- you've won.
But then the sunlight's quiet rays,
Gently whisper, "Do not fear.
Winter cannot reign forever,
Spring, will soon be here."
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