That's Just Me
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Looking outside, I see plenty of snow,
everything around is dusted in white
and time itself seems perceptibly slow.
Yet icicles sparkle in the sunlight,
resulting in a splendiferous sight.
My foggy, frosty breath is crisp and cold,
and the trees are glazed in layers of ice
creating a wonderland to behold.
Winter exacts an exorbitant price,
although it appears enticing and nice.
Autumn colors have faded; all is bland
and there are no songbirds around to sing,
they've all migrated to a warmer land.
And I yearn for the sunny days of Spring,
as Winter weather continues to cling.
I miss the trees with canopies of green,
the fragrant odder of flowers in bloom
and babbling brooks, picturesque and serene.
I prefer Summer over Winter's gloom,
but that's just me; I don't mean to presume.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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