Winter can seem so grey at times
like the apocalypse has happened
and no one even bothered to notice
somehow time marches on.
As I walk sliding on icy streets
the snow drifting down like ashes,
the snowbanks are dirty in the city
everything seems to be a shade
except the tints of rose
in our cheeks
and our red mittens
as we trudge on and watch our breath
float away down the boulevard.
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