Winter is coming.
The cold gets into your bones.
Darkness settles in.
Category: poem
Winter Saturday.
Midday sun casts long shadows.
I have the blinds down.
Dark winter morning
Sky lightens to bruised-black-blue
The sun grudges its warmth
Graduating tomorrow
In black: a mortarboard crow,
Do tell — does this murderess
Profess to shine or just show?
Light travels farther than heat
Victory’s born from defeat
I’m still here, I haven’t quit–
Journey a bit incomplete
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