Beauty from Winter

Published by Prince on Tagged Poetry

Beauty from Winter’s
Mysterious deceit, from
Fall’s lonely defeat.

Flowers dusted white
Surrounded by white mist as
They gently lay still

The wind is now bitter and cold
Fall has finally left us for this year
So now all we hear is winter’s song
Cold, slow and sad, it sings
Nights are now crystal clear
So one can look into the heavens
Stars are so amazingly bright now
And breath is forming clouds
Winter is now here, cold and crisp.

It’s a season
Where coats are worn
And for some it’s a season
Where skin is torn

For some it’s a season
To let off emotion
From all of summers
Struggling commotion

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

April 23rd, 2008

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