Soft snow, white as doves as it neatly falls
The sun, its blanket gloomy cloud cover
Or if it shines, its glint shimmering calls
How the chill reminds you of another
Colors, drifting longingly to their fate
Crackling beneath your determined feet
At this time, winter does concede to wait
As you rush to loved ones you'd like to meet
Its frost then sits quietly unnoticed
Snowflaked blowing in the solitude air
As you and the frigid season both must
Travel to those who want and need you there
Though winter is beautiful as could be
Its beauty is one that not all can see
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Zoe Dalley
I enjoy angsty poetry from time to time.
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