dear winter,
there was a reason
why i was born
into your snowy arms
instead of spring's flowers
or summer's grassy lawns.
there was a reason,
besides cold feet
and red noses.
besides fogged-up glasses,
warm milk and cookies,
sofas and knit socks,
curled up with books.
besides snowmen,
mittens and parkas
worn two years in a row.
although i love these too,
dear winter.
the reason is simply
because we are both
the wilting flower
on the horizon
of a summer dawn.
but we are both willing
to let go of our goodbyes,
christmas cheer,
cookies,
and the scent of hope
drawing our lost
strings of bulb lights
to light up.
we are both willing
to keep going
even when the blizzards
inside our aching hearts
never seem
to stop.
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Short and Sweet
Poetrya collection of short, sweet, and simple poems that speak of the little things that make life worth living <3 { started july 19th, 2021 }
