the paths that we walk have shadows from our past that we can walk right past
in the cold night air as we rush home to get warm beauty is ignored
rather than see the possibilities, we see the limitations
how we spend our time is the only thing we have full control over
why are we festive at winter’s beginning and not at winter’s worst
beauty will find us but we will not notice if we are not awake
we seem to forget that just below the surface we are who we were
denial does work but, eventually we have to face the truth
there is a quiet that only accompanies the fresh fallen snow
winter wind returns icing over the windows now closed until spring
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