for we have forgotten
its elegance and wonder.
It cries to recall
the stillness of morning,
when the wind has abandoned
its nightly game.
It begs to be forgiven
for the chill
which engulfs the soul in torment,
it means only to keep us company.
Winter is weeping
these long summer nights,
it watches us dance and sing
in the warmth of darkness.
It longs for our innocent smile
while it sheds its first snow,
the one most anticipated of all.
It urges us to make way
for that which is almost always forgotten,
for with all its beauty,
its pain is devastating to all.
Winter is weeping.
`April Dawn Gutierrez 2011`
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