The solstice has the sun held firm,
With winter’s pervasive mood about.
The very dampness of it all.
Sick lunacy alone, sees us stepping out.
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Grey skies with early morning shudders.
Mortality at its worst.
Nature thumbing its icy nose,
Annually rehearsed.
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Coats, umbrellas, gloves and scarves,
To ward off hailstones, frost and storms.
Thunder, lightning and freezing fogs,
In no time at all become the norms.
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Leaves replaced by ugly twigs,
Black against an ashen sky.
A strange coldness in the bones.
A pathetic sun, by and by.
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This is winter’s frightful kiss,
It brings on days cursed with grey.
With folks scathing of what it sends,
All warmth is held at bay.
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Nature sleeping, survival low,
With hibernation in full swing.
All cold, in the ground below.
Some hiding from the season’s sting.
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An uncomfortable world we’re meant to share,
When only the chill persists.
Even hearts are cold, when seeking warmth,
With laboured breath that mists.
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Winter’s sombre cloak and sluggish pace,
Has shadows bringing shades of gloom.
Short, sad days with colours veiled,
While frosty evenings loom.
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A season thrust upon the dwellers here,
Winter’s sanction, winter’s curse!
And shun the fool who says,
It could be worse.
