Winter

Winter, with her icy touch... Caressing my face with her cold fingers... The warmth of the summer sun, now a memory...
Doors have now been shut, and the ugly face of change peeks around the corner... I shutter with discontent... I cater to the disbelief of my anti convictions... Righteousness eludes me...
I take solace in the fact that the loving touch of spring will be here soon. Life will slowly reemerge from the frozen ground...
The winds will eventually change into the sweet smelling breaths of flowers...
And life, will go on...