Weary Winter Poem by Sarah2 McMahon

Weary Winter



The blinding sun of winter,
Beating on sad souls.
Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
Compacting under our feet.

Beating on sad souls,
The hail of Christmas past,
Compacting under our feet
And endangering our path.

The hail of Christmas past
Falls heavy with the storms.
When endangering our pat,
The trees sway heavy with scorn.

Hail falls heavy with the storm
While people hide away.
The trees sway heavy with scorn
In the gusty winter breeze.

While people hide away
In the comfort of warm houses
In the gusty winter breeze
And the grey sky sheltering above it.

In the comfort of warm houses
Protected by their icy walls and gates.
The grey sky sheltering above it
Gives an eerie feeling of “Wait”.

Protected by their icy walls and gates
Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
An eerie feeling of wait,
Contrasts the blinding sun of winter.

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