Winter On The Outside

Winter is always described as bleak
The season of austerity
And at the same time frivolity
Opposites always go hand in hand

With less leaves on the trees
There is much more glorious sky to see
White and the palest blue, unending
Gone too soon every day

Colour reigns the skyline
Mostly gold, reds, greens and silver
The sovereign shades; majestic
Food is a party all of its own

I often wonder why it’s thought as bleak
Why its days are linked with despair
As I give gifts to the ones I care for
And kiss you under mangled trees

I realise it’s the loneliness that separates us
The ones who get no gifts nor kisses
Just a pale clear sky to stare upon

As they think upon the year to come.

 

Little Ginge x

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