The snowflakes fall, flattening on the ground
The holly grows, wrapping and whirling around
Mother earth wishes a happy holiday season
But I don’t want to hear it.
It’s not a happy, jolly time, now is it?
What I used to see as beauty
Is not an annoyance
The snowflakes, each unique, used to be a sight to see
The white dust fluttering down
Falling so gently on the ground
Now the snowflakes blur my vision
The cold, wet snow….Is not welcoming me home.
I think of the shoveling
All of the laundry that will result
From the melting ice melting into my socks
Tracking the snow onto the wooden floor in the foyer
I’m not looking forward to this snowy, Christmas day.
How can I survive this wintertime cold?
When my love is not here to warm up my toes.
And is not here to sit and watch the snowfall.
How do you overcome grief, when everything reminds you of them?
Every Christmas song heard
Every Santa hat worn
Every “Happy Holidays” wished
Every house that’s adorned
But the snow, it’s the worst
It’s so cold and insulating
It quiets the sound
Making the silence deafening.
And the rough weather outside
No hand to hold
That’s all I can think of
When times get cold