Winter in the Graveyard

A short poem

Winter in the Graveyard.

I'm already sick of the constant complaining about winter.

Winter hasn't even started yet!

So I go for a quiet walk through the snow covered graveyard;

fortunately blessed to still be able to feel the cold on my face.

No complaining here.

Reviews

[Gee]

I guess that would put things into perspective. Like this

[Ana Papaya]

It really is all about perspective, isn't it? I find graveyards peaceful. I have a reason to visit, I don't know if I would go otherwise, but a fresh blanket of snow in winter, offers the comfort that the quiet ringing in the ears takes away. A very short poem but one that is a good reminder that there's always a worse fate than chilly toes. You wrote it well.