When Winter Was a Distant Thing

When winter was a distant thing
We thought that we were ready;
Until the blasts of cold came in
And made each step unsteady

We slip our way along, up to
The far top of the hill:
And see that we’d forgotten
What it felt like in the chill

What, far away, we think we recognize
Becomes a stranger up close
To our eyes

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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