Summer’s gone, Winter’s turn,
Sunshine fleeting, nights get long.
In stillness, a heart beating
Listens for dawn’s sweet song.
Curled up by the fire’s light,
Easily burned, there’s pain.
Endlessly, time marches on
Nothing stays the same.
Night unrolls glittering wares,
A blanket, specially made.
Pinpricks of hope pierce the dark
Until even darkness fades.
At last, fleeting at first,
The melody gets strong.
So familiar, you realize
You were singing all along.

A Winter Song

Poetry, Writing

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