Summer makes me light and present. The monsoon pulls me into its flood of feelings. Autumn turns me inward—part stranger, part seeker.
 
But winter is where I truly awaken. In its drifting mists and sudden shafts of light, old emotions unseal themselves; warmth rises gently from the cold. My mind clears, my questions deepen, and I feel myself walking through unseen passages within.
 
I’m reminded that we are rarely as flawed as we imagine, our circumstances rarely as dire as our stories insist. The world is as complex or as ordinary as we choose to make it. Life’s puzzles soften when we stay still enough to let them simply pass through.
 
Perhaps that is why winter feels philosophical: it offers haze and clarity, cold and warmth, the riddle and its meaning. It asks for no quick truths—yet reveals them when I step back into the open.
 
Winter is what you make of it: always misty, always beautiful, always ready to lift its veils for you
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the the way seasons change - 

Those Days of a Lost Summer
The Passing of Autumn
The Slant of the Winter Sun


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Village Ambience by Alexander Nakarada
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