Winter

A poem about cold weather.

Rain running down the window,

watching the droplets race each other.

Wrapping a jumper around my body as chills from the outside breeze take over me.

Something so familiar yet out of reach,

It comes around each year, but doesn’t last as long as wanted.

The yearning for it like a distant lover,

waiting for it to return with greed.

Winter is the season of cold weather and warm sweaters.

Hot drinks and hot baths,

that warm my insides from the outside chill.

Fireplaces and wooden blankets to keep my cold feet at bay.

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