O Winter! How I forget about your quiet days!
How I forget about your silent snow!
And hours without craze!
For this seems to all be a haze
Of sun rays
In my fragile state
It’s not a fact that I can debate
Luckily, weather has a constant rate of change
Even where I live, where it can be strange
Where it rains then hails then the sun shines bright
When it’s day for weeks and then turns night
In the blink of an eye
I said goodbye to our time
Which felt sublime
Yet looking at the rubble of our memories
It’s a bigger hole in my heart
For you hung onto the trees with a gorgeous grace
You kissed my face
And took me in your arms
Cold bit by toes, but it only made me smile
I know in a little while
I’ll see you again
O Winter! How I forget your quiet days!
How I forget how much I miss you
But as for my heart, the snow always stays
I apologize for the late post. I lost my numbers. Some of my fondest memories happened in the snow. My entire family was born in winter, so we celebrate many days within the season. Nothing is more enjoyable and refreshing than the first snow, how it blankets the world in a strange quiet that can’t be replicated. Recently, I started a tradition of waking up early to walk in the first snow when I first spot it from my window. It gives me a profound sense of calm, and for one minute, the entire world holds its breath. While I embraced summer and its warmth, winter will always hold a special place in my heart.