There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you….
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other;
only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Winter is not my favourite season by any means, yet I am still finding treasures when I look for them.
Her colours are fading but you can still see the beauty it once was and I love it, for the way she still stands alone
Bowing their heads under the pressure of the rain drops, they look like I feel
Waiting for Spring knowing it is coming and wondering when, how long
till the warm breath of the sun will revive their soul
How about you dear friend?