The signs of cold, clear winter
are again upon the ground.
Memories of summer splinter
where ice and snow abound.
Weary of the frantic pace
longing for new respite
Crystalline air to erase
Seasons of flagrant fright.
Only upon the solid base
of yearnings, old and new
times slowly interlace
to become all, become YOU.
Author notes
Eh, I just needed to write something.
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it is like a cleansing when the world is painted white, a fresh start, crisp and clear, to leave our inpressions in, and snuggle for warmth when we retreat from its starkness. lovely poem...Artis
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