A winter chill brings a tear to the eye
Wind bites and burns extremities
Frost exacerbates old injuries
Flakes fall like frosted angel feathers
Dancing upon the wind in intricate patterns
A magical waltz coming from the heavens
Turns the familiar landscape into a foreign land
A new territory to explore
Soft virgin hills pure and unmarked
It brings an ingrained infant joy from the back of my mind
It is a yearly time machine that thrusts us into past years of childhood
Temporarily transporting me to a surreal world.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
