it approaches
I can smell its wrath
feel it on my skin
even hear it
as it moves closer
promising isolation
loneliness
doubt
darkness
my favorite season
subsides
sad enough to cry leaves
dying slowly
overcome by time
and a tired sun
so I wait
wondering
if I can hide
inside
myself
again
Mike's Look at Life 
Reading you, makes me feel if someone is reading my heart aloud, in better words i could myself.
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Yeah, I really do not like the winter, especially now that I am retired and my wife is still working.
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I can imagine, I am sort of retired too (early retirement) and mostly alone at home and chill makes it lonelier than it already is.
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I grew up in Nebraska. The bitterness of winter never suited me. In the south, I fare better, but still find myself a little melancholy with too many cold days in January. Still, I find myself missing the snow and ice sometimes,always at the ready with my shovel and salt!
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I bought a snow blower and a real nice motorhome. The snow blower saves my fragile back, and when I curse no one can hear me. The motorhome is used often in the summer and sooner than later will be used to escape the freaking winter.
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Can you believe I am happy as a lark to scoop snow when we DO get a little snow? Ha ha!! Even living here, I still find myself wishing we could travel to the islands (St. Maartin is my favorite) for a couple of months in the winter. I am always comfortable on the beach, basking in the sun!
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What you get are frozen ice storms and they are real nasty. I spent a little time in western Arkansas, real close to Oklahoma. Ah yes, the beach.
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