Should I love less
Now as winter creeps on
Than I had in spring
When full and fresh
Blossoming in the warm
Languid air
Should I love less
As the sky grows colder
The clouds heavier
As winter spreads her wings
Snow blankets the ground
Bitter breathe freezing
Should I love less
When dawn bursts forth
Consuming darkness in a
Wave of heat
Should I love less
When day concedes to night
And all before is laid low
By shadows
Should I love less
Should I dance less
Should I burn less
Should I be less
Or take up the mantle
And become
Both less and more
Dichotomous Angel
Brought message blazed out
Sanity and rage
Emptiness and Glut
Given form, given choice, given life
A fevere dream of hope.

I think winter is a great time. There’s the warm fires, snowball fights, lights, all sorts of beauty in winter.
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Winter is a favorite. I think I just like the excuse to snuggle in. Plus the freezing cold with the snuggly warm, it’s a good feeling.
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