The height of Winter
is the depth of despair
Shivering bones barely stir
Wheezing throat is bare

No more can I take walks
No more I can go outside
Instead on my coziness artificially created
I must hibernate without trying to dare

I write and I sleep
I eat and I savour
Winter food is fun though
and tea does taste better

Snow is fun for kids
Snow is terrible to drive
Fog and Mist cloud the sight
Having curious effects on our psyche

Winter be gone
Spring come alone
Time for new to begin
For cold is too old for me

Author: Ajay Ohri

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