Loneliness of Winter

This was written in class as a mini assignment about winter.

Crisp, pale snow falls onto the broken, wooden gate.

Branches snap under the feet of hurried scavengers,

Leaves are no more, hibernating like the forgotten.

The trees begin to court;

Their arms outstretched with gratitude.

Peaceful, delicate, tranquil.

The intense silence of loneliness is unbearable,

Causing rivers to stop in their tracks,

And birds to flee their homes.

Winter is like a play:

With a story behind every scene,

And a warning behind every sound.

Author's Note

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