Heart of the Winter

Story by The_Peoples_Vince_Offer on SoFurry

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A poem I started a while ago, but took longer than it should have due to lack of drive to finish T_T

well, it's finally done


The snow falls descend over Herod Point

As I watch with a sober placid eye

For in my heart, I feel an emotion rise up

A strange warmth

That is so special

Only certain things that I hold dear can cause it

From my heart into my head

And into the rest of my body

As my body could tell that quite clearly

Winter has finally come

The joyous season has arrived

And a strange, empty, desolate feeling of comfort I revel in

Engulfs my within

Filling my insides with that amazing feeling

A gentle breeze blows about me

Reminding me that it is always far less cold when the snow fell

It wraps a smooth, cold hand about me

That completes the feeling

The feeling that clearly speaks of winter

And I take a deep breath in

And feel the ice-cold air inside of me

Reminding me of the winter air I'd huff

Wandering about Manhattan back in my childhood

During the winter holidays

Up, and down the chaotic city streets

Although the air is purer here

Not of smoke, and the food carts that lined the city streets

But of sweet, salty ocean spray

That blew off the waves around here

Into my lungs

And I watch as my breath condense

If I exhale through my mouth

Looking like smoke

From a cigarette that wasn't there

And I sit on the shore,

Watching the cloudy, grey sky become blue

That signalled the fall of the early evening

As the light faded out

The dimming a signal to turn on the room lights at home

And I see myself do so later back at home

As I continue watching the dusk fall from my room

And I think to myself

About this feeling

That only comes to me this time of year

A feeling that can only describe

Still yet clearly describes

That this is the season of winter

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