POEM: Winter, a Sonnet

Today the sky is grey, as in my heart,
And ever stronger blows the winter wind,
And one begins to doubt the clouds will part
Above a world whose people so have sinn’d.


Alone my heart will brave the winter’s chill,
Alone again I’ll walk into the grey,
And thus I shall indulge my spirit’s will
And cast the shackles of this life away.


The winter death brings life again in spring,
In hibernation sleeps the weary earth.
And though I know that vernal warmth will bring
Some solace, melancholy conquers mirth.


Alone I face the winter’s bitter frost,
And in the mournful wind my soul is lost.

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