Snow is a Blanket

Snow is a blanket on the world,

and my happiness. 

It covers the trees and my ambition.

The winter weighs heavy on my emotions

like the blankets on my bed that try to keep me 

inert, 

still, 

and lifeless under cover.

I hibernate and dream of spring.



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