Winter Transition

I wrote this poem back in high school, but it's a poem that often comes to mind when I think of the winter, so I thought I'd share it with you too.


Winter Transition
The gray and cloudy skies
bring the world to still
‘til past the windowsill
there is no motion but my eyes.

These things are different than they seem,
for wind breathes where it will
and in the air’s a chill
that keeps me from my dream.

And yet I sense the stillness grow
as the light fades sadder
and the dead leaves scatter
floating for a time before they slow.

Sky darkens and grass grows black
with shadows, while the air
moans now in despair
calling for the autumn to come back.

Trees without their leaves now little sway.
The snow begins to fall,
but I only recall
the motionless and eerie gray.

These things are different than they seem,
for knowing that nights change
and winter days are strange
the world could be in dream.

The gray and cloudy skies
hold minds in the deep
and blanket all in sleep
‘til we awake and rise.