Winter

Dreary, dreamy

Dark and dank

Disposed,

Not busy,

Just listening

To the falling rain

and the classical music in the room.

It makes me think of winter,

Of all those silented, suspended moments

And a certain undeniable charm

A reveling excitement

Of gatherings and feastings and the deep rich snow crunching evenly

Underneath my boot.

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