Winter's Depth.

I glance upon the creased sheets
alternate lines of white and blue
seeming to run endlessly
edges falling onto wooden tiles

A new morning's here
and the night has receded
it is time to start afresh
of all that has been waiting

I look around the lowly lit room
no lights except for one
sunshine gleaming through
the little window in the hall

I see the snow fall
making a white embrace
winter seems rather warm
with all the seasoned grace
growing through the whiteness
camouflaged in the coldness

I see little snowmen
playing with snow balls
I see little children
running along the parks
covered in fur
that's warmth for sure

I see little birds
seeking refuge on a tree
they cuddle in warmth
an image so picturesque
flowers await to blossom

Winter may be the winner
the whitest of all seasons
the coldest of the four
yet warmest of them all

I realise then maybe this isn't so bad
the loneliness and isolation
that winter brings sometimes,
it makes one realise
the depths of silence.