The Winter That Will Not End

   Winter started a long time ago, and I have been cold ever since.  The cold brought with it death, and sickness, and losses of all types.  It seems at times if the warmth will come to stay for a while, but it is a false hope, and soon goes away.  The song of September is already in the air, and any warmth will end as it always does, but this time with a difference somehow.