Time of Year

By Damien Knight

The cold bites my lungs
It burns my skin blue
Wrapped in sweaters
And buried under blankets
We fight the death of sun
And the return of winter
The leaves fall fast now
By the fireplace I knit
A winter scarf for the snow
Bound to come this year
Ghost tales play on the box
My dog barks eager for the cold
I wish to cuddle, watch shows
Play indoor games with the kids
Ah I won’t fight winter
Time with family never grows old

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