Winter a season
to show reason
this time there is no treason.
Where thoughts are provoked to ponder.
The snow, the wind, the rain
wild and purposeful
friends without pacts
never seeking gain.
A visit in turns
a scope for returns
the night candle burns.
Winter finds to behold
a plan to be put on hold.
Bying you time
visions redefined
words put to sleep
days put laid to keep.
Where people hide
Yet for you to stride.
Winter...