The bleak of winter leaves me among despair <br />Thier is only anger and chill in the air <br />No happiness or laughing <br />Just grey clouds and bleak white sky <br />Dont let it all take hold of you for it has a strange beauty within. <br />A cold beauty <br />Like a beautiful woman with an empty soul. <br />In the winter I walk the slushy streets alone <br />I see the children play <br />Making angels and happy as if it were May <br />They seem to love the cold <br />But oh how this changes when you get old <br />Winter is still beautiful <br />In that strange cold way <br />Everytime it comes around thou <br />I feel I'm going to fade<br /><br />Rachel Weaver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-beauty/
