Writer1326

The saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone,' 

is a truth that feels like a weighted curse, one you'll never be rid of. 

Seasons change quicker than we realize, as winter holds fall close,

I try to notice things others wouldn’t,

but sometimes it’s as hard as finding a certain star

in the night sky full of millions that reflect like a mirror.

Although, for all the small things I take note of,

When the wind is an icy hug,

and the snow is a blanket, holding the ground snug,

when the trees no longer sway, rocking back and forth, 

and a fire is ablaze next to a comforting hearth,

Deep into a bloody war,

when time begins to slow, 

you can hear the Valkyrie's loud roar. 

The sound so beautifully terrifying, you know-

they've come to collect many souls. 

I’m getting older,

and a little less wiser.

Each day ticks by,

and I don’t cherish every moment.

My favorite season's chilly sigh-

is cast upon my cheeks as I look up-