Encore to Jingle Bells..

[Potter]

Kind of, but its just a poem I wrote...

Season of Angels.

All around me
White it takes me
All around me
White invades me

My skin is growing
Oh, so cold
I see the children
Playing in the snow

Even though
The chill it holds me
Even though
My heart keeps beating

I am falling
Oh, so softly
Into depths
Of things so snowy

I copy them
The children playing
I copy them
Despite my aging

My arms are gliding
Over all the snow
My legs are spreading
to end all that I know

When I finish
I see the reason
When I finish
I see the season

It's a season that
Holds so many changes
Winter melts to renew
My God's creation

In this season
Hope is found in prayer
In this season
Angels meet me here

[Irishman]

Very Nice, Vynny. Keep those for your Novel!

[Torra]

Just Beautiful, Vynfire.

Sounds sad but hopeful:

I would imagine someone who is
going through changes and feeling alone, looking for the solace found in the simple days of childhood but realizing that going through the motions doesn't bring the same joy, yet there is an awareness of
being part of something bigger/greater than the self.

Keep on writing and sharing