Winter Heralds In
Winter heralds In a level of depression
That surpasses
The level of elation
I feel when spring arrives
I accept that poets and predictions
Cant stop the worlds afflictions
That have been there
Since the dawn of time
Still I look to strength
Between God and booze
Only to realize
They are empty methods too
So I sit here and write
In the half dark
Of the coming night
Wondering what to do
Fully Knowing
That Winter heralds in
My depression like a treacherous friend
The creative muse by which I write
poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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