Analysis of Winter

Winter has chilled my heart and kept me locked inside for who knows  for how long.

I hear no sounds from my flying friends , their wings cut short from their songs.

The trees are weeping every night wishing for a blanket to keep them warm.

The harsh winds blow all the stars away so high I can see them no more.

I wait for Spring to knock upon my  door and unlock me from this cold chamber I abhor.