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.
The Therapy of Words 