Seasonal Otin Poetry

Screaming Night wind, howling cold,
The wind chills to the bone,
Suddenly you realize,
That you are all alone.

Not just today , but everyday,
The emptiness just grows,
Like the color of the dying leaves,
Covered by the snow.

The winter of your life,
A cold and lonely time,
A long and unjust punishment,
For which there was no crime

But still we keep on going,
Remembering just one thing,
That the winter of your life,
Will Someday lead to spring.