Winter’s Coming.

It 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.

Feeling comforted.

“The Art of Writing Life through Poetry.” ScribbledToPaper.com

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