WINTER THRILLING
Winter chill, a drowsy thrilling,
like day and night are just the same;
Just like a usual nighttime feeling,
beings embark in a drowsing game.
The cloudy mists on the window pane
speak of time so freezing cold;
One could be still and nurse the pain
or paint the sky in shades of gold.
For, winter's not just about the chill;
It is also a time for love,
where one treasures what others feel
and gives graces from up above.
Winter is time for new beginning;
A time to shed a bright new light,
to make a new life with a meaning
under a sky so fair and bright.
3rd place
2024 poem poetry contest
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2024
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