by Adam L.
Winter feels like blurred thoughts
that never fully settle into words
the sky hangs low and quiet
as if it is thinking too
cold air slips through everything
even the spaces I try to close
time moves, but slowly
like it is unsure where to go
I walk through days half-awake
carrying things I cannot name
and winter stays with me
like a thought I almost understand
Paintings by Saatchi Art
About the Author
Adam loves winter, and thinks snow makes life more dramatic in a good way.