Winter Poem by Soren Valentine

Winter



Winter, a maelstrom of a season,
has proved to be without treason.
Snowflakes fly away like a seagull,
yet remind me my life has not been dull.

Winter; most see it as a blight,
but it is not so for Creation's Acolyte.

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