A Poem About Winter:
Was black like darkness till snow poured out.
White, like a blanket neatly laid out.
A cold wind blew, searching for my bones.
Smoke escaping chimneys as I passed by their homes.
The bittersweet solace of a coming season.
A time giving comfort food a reason.
Stepping through the door, shaking off the snow,
A pot of hot chocolate done on the stove.
Black Skies, White Snow, Warm Stoves