fond of the dreary days lately.
the cold
grey winter grasp
of land
and sky.
bundling up
before venturing down
the wooded path.
i like the chill
of the wind.
the sting of February
on my cheeks.
there's a bittersweet
loneliness
in it all.
it's all good for
writing
depressing poetry
and remembering
past mistakes
and sins.
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