The world outside is covered in a landscape of snow

Hauntingly beautiful, callously cold,

As if following the trajectory of my old, listless soul

Winter winds whispering songs that only I know.

There is melancholy in this season of frost

Where we wander through the bitterness, aimlessly lost

Like travelers seeking bridges we have already crossed

Reliving our pasts while knowing the cost.

There is darkness on the starless, winter road

Our eyes ever-searching for the gleam of an abode

Where our hearts may be lifted, our souls warmed

And finally we can feel again the welcome of home.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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