#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...

The season is beginning to be grateful,
Christmas is near,
No time to be hateful..

Heading towards the season,
We will see why this Pandemic process,
Or the ideal of its reasons..

Sitting and chilling in the royal suite,
Understanding how much I need.

The daily tasks that keep me complete,
Even during what's bitter sweet..

Yeah, it's a wonderfull life,
Even though the darkest nights,
Just until I find some good light..

On this Christmas eve night,
I was thinking about all the things that I like.

Eventually some things have crossed my mind,
Wondering how great others are that has been part of my life...

I have seen many that appear to be doing so well,
Wondering how they manage to smile so swell...

I often laugh to maintain a good good relationship within myself. Especially when I can be so hard on myself..

For some unknown reason,
I no longer have a desire to drink for celebration of a new season...

Maybe I am beginning to get old,
Or maybe it's the innermost feelings that are untold..

But being that I have journeyed outside of the box today. Being amongst many that I have never seen before. But I am surely be grateful for the timing of the weather conditions that transpired through this monumental moments..


And it snow and snowed and snowed.
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