Winter Dreads

Winter Dreads From October through March A muddy river runs deep Through some aged or troubled souls. Hidden there somewhere Is the sadness of many Winters gone by of old. Dear friends are lost And lonely long nights, While it seems others have happier roles. Oh, hide it, old hearts, Or more still will withdraw! Must be pleasant at all costs for lonely is cold! Sometimes, tho, it's so good to let go In your own secret Hiding place. Where your own Someone who huddles Invisibly does cuddle, Understanding all hurts behind the face.