Gray Winter

Sat Dec 28 2019

Outside,
where gray winds and gray vapors chill the air,
the frost will freeze like freckles on your face.
Grass turned gray will line the cracks of an old sidewalk,
an empty walkway into nothingness.
It's cold --
and winter is death come to life.

Outside,
the winds stir a silent sky,
and the shiver of the frozen stone sleeps deep into the earth.
The stars above concede their glow to the cold within.
Black skies, gray sun.

Inside, a fire burns.
The warmth of friends and family come again,
to mark a year of joy and pain and life.
A cold winter wind howls at the door,
but the fire burns all the same.

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