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Winter Whispers to My Weary Soul

The cold season seduces me into hibernation and prepares me for Spring.

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The rush and bustling of holidays lull,
the silence of dormant cold deafens,
the long stretch of quiet winter begins,
the time is now for my soul to settle,

Winter caresses my weariness,
whispers reprieve from the running,
she allows me to rest,
shelters me with her storms and danger,

once I used to fight her,
I would insist I could do more,
persist until I burnout,
Winter would not stop me,

my childishness brought me pain over progress,
I had resisted and gained nothing,
depressed and ashamed,
Winter, my perceived enemy, had won again,

now when Winter beckons,
I lean into her chilled embrace,
a season that slows and quiets,
she allows me space to recreate,

Winter, she is my season of readying,
a time of preparation for the energy of Spring,
she holds me close,
permits me to reset,

thank you, Winter, my silent seductress.

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