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.
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