We are not friends, winter and I.
Nor are we enemies, lovers, or family.
Biting cold, treacherous ice,
Numbing winds, soul-eating darkness.
I hide from you, ignore you.
Dreaming of warm tomorrows,
Filled with blooming flowers,
Green grasses, and singing birds.
Far from winter’s darkness,
Where the sun’s light holds me,
Welcoming glorious spring,
And banishing winter once again.
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