Winter’s Prison

A poem about how winter feels after the holidays

Winter
Fun around the holiday season
But after, it feels like prison

Snow comes down from the sky
And while it is fun to play in
Otherwise, it can be a drag

And though fresh air can be bracing
In winter, we cannot enjoy it long
The cold forcing us to retreat inside

And the persistent darkness
Be it black or gray
Make it hard to enjoy the day

So while I think winter
Makes the holidays fun for play
As time goes on, we feel trapped