Ant Smith

Seasons

Winter Poem

Sometimes the sun will warm you up

With a momentary brush

But winter is more intimate

In the places it will touch

Oh joy! Oh warmth! Oh happiness!

Rebounding off my skin

See me shining like an angel

Leaving darkness deep within

I've never felt a moment's warmth

Nor held some inner glow

I've never felt so more at home

Than when walking through the snow

Sometimes the sun will warm you up

Precious moments set ablaze

But the temperature is falling

As we reach our end of days


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