I was starting to wonder
when the winds would come,
and it’s hard to believe
Winter is but a month away
and yet I keep finding
myself wishing, this year,
we could just skip to Spring,
as much as I love the Winter,
but I’m okay with pushing
Time a little forward,
farther away from the last
two seasons I somehow missed,
yet still, they took a toll on me,
still trying to recover,
not wanting to relive any of it,
even for a second glance
to make some kind of sense
of the abstract left in its wake,
but perhaps Winter will do its
job on me; found by the fire,
a hot cup of tea in hand, a book
in my lap, while snowflakes
fall outside and catch
in a swirling gust of wind
about my head – till I find the meaning.

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