Winter Blues
Winter is a death
that kills your cheerful spirit
and bites you with its cold.
Winter is a fire
with raging icy flames
that melt the autumn's gold.
Winter is a crow,
black, bleak and lonely,
staring at its prey.
Winter is broken glass,
splitting into cracks
and spreading its decay.
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2019
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