Lovely, Lonely Winter

By: Munya N.

My Melancholy, when he’s here with me;

I think he is insane

Are the snowy cold days as delightful as the days can be?

He loves the chilly weather, loves the coldness scent in the sky;

He walked the icy road with pleasure.

His satisfaction won’t let me stay

He talks and I am fain to list:

He’s glad the birds are hidden;

Glad that the simple light brown

Turned white covering our world.

The white, empty trees

The faded earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties he truly sees,

Thinks that I have no eye for these,

While irritating me for reasons why.

Just yesterday I learned to know,

The love of cold December days,

Before the coming spring.

I was taught by him,

That there could be happiness;

Even in those cold light of days.

He only visits in this time of year,

To remind me that not everything we see is clear.

He says some people live near;

Those of who fear…

Fear the cold days for real.

He tells me to be grateful,

Because there is others

Who don’t have the things I have.

Nor have a roof on top,

To protect them from the killing winter.

But he doesn’t forget to mention that these people

Don’t see what I see,

Or hear what I hear.

They of which, see the unseen

And hear the unheard.

When he comes back for a visit,

I’ll be able to show him my love

For December.

Of which I learned,

Those of whom he mentioned are people with pure hearts.

I once saw that beauty lies in summer,

But he admitted me wrong.

Beauty is everywhere.

We just don’t see it,

Because we are to busy creating what we thought was it.

I always used to look at the closed door of happiness

That closed on my face,

While there was another one opened and waiting for me.

The things I used to refer as beauty were sorrow,

While the Melancholy he used to see was the hidden beauty.

(This poem is similar to the poem My November Guest by Robert Frost. Both poems draw attention to show how beauty can sometimes be hidden, and we won't see it until we recognize the world's beauty itself. Lovely, Lonely Winter is a poem I wrote to welcome winter and be grateful for what we have, even when others may fail to recognize it.)