Sketches leave my pen

Confusing search drawn

Needed understanding evading

As disrupt lines meet my eyes

A truthful transcription

Puzzling vision I own

Showing just how blind I am

Wrecked images I cannot translate

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I lower my pen

A sigh leaving my lips

As golden fingers trace

A strange yet familiar work

Black lines as colouring

Of a lonely white frame

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Dark eyes turn away

Refusing a futile effort

Frown marring features

As tears I don’t cry fall

As cold I don’t feel sweeps through

Outside rain falls

Nature changes eternally

A mirror of you and myself

A fallen tree can’t read the wind

Ask for its purpose

A frozen flower can’t ask the snow

The reason for its death

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A grim smile shows

As I see that mocking drawing

Blotches and patterns laughing

Revealing their raw meaning

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You are my winter

Unsolved mystery

Hidden treasures

Cold embraces

And gentle dreams

You are Winter

Sadness and beauty in one

Unattainable and distant

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But I am Autumn

Faint rain beneath the sun

Soft warmth fighting your arrival

Wishing for change

Yet dreading its own

We are not opposites

Yet so different

And I do not know

Whether to open my arms

Welcome your coming

Embrace your nature

Uncaring of my own

Or to refuse you

Remaining that leaf

Frail balance on a weak branch

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But the choice isn’t mine

All autumns turn into winter

As the Earth keeps turning

The World keeps changing

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I look away

Returning to that image

Shifting lines making sense

As my hand grasps my pen

But I draw no more

Certainty flowing in written words

I am still outside

In the heavy drops falling

Grey clouds hiding the sun’s blessing

But the cold is coming

Snow threatening to fill me

Destroy my Summer’s memory

The fragile heat I still hold

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How I love and hate you, my Winter

Await and fear your touch

Tell me then beloved

What will you become when I fade?

Will you move ahead without my shell?

Will I be grateful then?

Fell happy for my killer’s absence?

Or morn that small warmth

I would no longer have?

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My pen falls from frozen fingers

Chilling blood lagging in my veins

As a door closes abruptly

A sharp announcing of your entry

And I shiver without a reason

Fear and ice taking over my heart

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Pale fingers touch icy flesh

Painless cuts caused by salt crystals

Small red frozen tears

Reflecting only a stranger

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Do you love me still, my Winter?

Or am I just a Fallen Autumn

To an unknown Summer’s Spring?

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