I’ve chided myself to compose
Lines for winter and for hearing
Myself speak of the cold
And how society touches
The snow without tongues or hands
The tune that your bones play
In the long waiting for Spring
And where you will end up
Through succession of seasons
Walking on a carpet of white
It’s anonymous to be
But a snowflake, that laughs
At the moon’s gaze in the night
Or lights up like a mirror to the lights
Of a city, tonight it’s getting cold
And you find yourself hearing
And walking with deep thoughts
Nothing but the deep thoughts
You have grown old on and accustomed to
There will be no winter stars
To light your fire, you will have
To do it yourself this time.
Wuji Seshat 
I really like this one, Wuji!
Thanks Allen, sometimes we have to get real with nature.
I liked this a lot, which is really saying something because I hate snow and cold. Peace, Linda
Thanks Linda, there’s a lot of beauty in winter. The cold and lack of sunlight is pretty ill though hehe
I think you must come from a cold climate like me. Cold is a personal thing that one has to learn to respect. One who fails in that respect, often dies an early death. It’s certainly a beautiful poem though. Thanks for sharing.
Nice writing with a hint of something just a tad depressing, class act indeed
Well winter is very high and low I think…it’s a bi-polar season, what can you do…
Bunker down, stock up on tea and anti-depressants and load up on soup!
haha I will, good advice there mate