Without exaggerated color hues
Winter’s the most honest season of all
It lacks the greens and oranges and blues
That can be found in Summer or Fall.
It holds on to a fragile world
While unreliable colors take flight
And while lies flee, truth separates
Into simple shades of black and white
The Water was stirred by our chattering teeth
And though it’ll settle if you wait
There’ll always be nastiness underneath
Where light and thought can’t penetrate
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i love the rhyme. the flow is amazing.
i dont like winter much... it never really was my season.
great write=]

