The winter’s storm left the trees in broken pieces
The season’s change stole the summer species.
The frigid air freezes my lungs as I breathe in,
A harsh realization of another amazing summers end.
I watch my breath form a cloud as I trudge on,
A reminder of things inside me that are gone.
Seems the birds don’t sing; the sun don’t shine,
All I have are bright memories from a warmer time.
For the next six months this icy hell I’ll roam,
Waging wars in my head with thoughts of a new home.
I leave unwanted footprints everywhere I go,
My own map to guide me back in the soft snow.
Life’s cycle brings a new feeling under my feet;
Changing the weather, the scenery, and eventually me.
Just when I get used to the cold and give in,
A new dawn comes around bringing change again.