A white flaky blanket coats the ground from the sky
The odd ferocious winds make the naked trees howl and cry
Night consumes the day, where children sled and play
Juxtaposed to us; they see white while we see the gray
Seasonal depression, or sight to place one's hope?
Playfully bolstering bliss, or a scornfully steep slope?
To love the times where the rose wilts, or to instigate hate
Winter's kindness for some, others will never appreciate
Hypothermic and hollow, a homeless man wallows
While the rich bask in warmth, while renowned wine they swallow
Indeed insightful for us to see both places
Winters starting gun rings out, starting trouble races
So shelter the souls who seek to evade the cold
But never lacking is trust, for some are deceitful and bold
To lessen the season's chill, for it's wrath can kill
And fear not for warmth, the promise of summer resonates still
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