The first snow
Has already came and went
The white flakes gone once more
Melted away into the soft earth
Now we’re waiting
Just waiting on another season
To blow through our lives
Taking with it
The warmth of the summer sun
To be replaced with
The long winter nights
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Yet, here down under
the cold retreats a little
bit more with every sleep,
as the southern Sun 🌞
awakes from winter slumber.
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Oh, to be beneath
Out of reach of these frigid fingers
Such dreams may some day be
For now though I breathe deep
The cool air and find peace
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Love the image of another season blowing through our lives. Lovely poem
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The seasons come and go so quickly, I always try my best to make note of them and show my regards. Thank you for reading!
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You are very welcome. I wish I coukd visit your site more often but eyesight is defeating me now. I love your work. I think we have things in common too like the darkness. I will try and visit more often
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That is quite alright; I completely understand. I am just glad to hear from you when you do. 🙂 We do share many commonalities…
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Many thanks for your understanding. But in fact I DO want to read your work
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🙂 I am so glad to hear that. Thank you.
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My dislike for winter has lessened with a good pair of boot, some new gloves and a warm coat. Plus my renewed love for the holiday season. Stay warm!
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I am in need of a new pair of boots and gloves myself, and will need to get them soon… I am actually not adverse to the cold. It is just another part of life, and I try to appreciate it for what it is. The snow can be so beautiful, and there is joy to be had from mornings warm in bed watching the snow fall softly out of the window.
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I not long treated myself to some real winter garb. I wasn’t prepared last year, but this year I feel I will be toasty warm!
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Life’s cycle continues unstoppable! One season following the other. Time flows, never to return.
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The wheels do turn, and there are no brakes. The chain that drives them – time. 🙂
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A perfectly running machine, is nature. The only jarring factor is when we try to violate the rules of nature.
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