Curled Up

Wet cold snow,
Falling on my cheek.
Gently fluttering down,
The wings outspread.

Hard feelings of winter,
Sadness,
And cold.
Dark is coming,
Bright is to a close.
Wishing,
Hoping,
Four months of heart riddance,
A shell of its own.

My shell is hidden,
Quiet and contained,
Within,
Curled up,
Lazy.

What am I?
Who am I?
Why am I?





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