This is my winter song to you
the storm is coming soon.
It rolls in from the sea.

My voice a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light to carry you to me.

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love...

They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow
or so I have been told.

They say we're buried far
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?

This is my winter song
December never felt so wrong
because you're not where you belong-
inside my arms...

-Ingrid Michaelson & Sara Bareilles, Winter Song

Hi everybody. I'm thewintersongs. You can call me Winter for short.

I have a great love for whimsy, language, and mythology. I like to flow with life. I'm strongly opinionated and I like to play nice.

My original work, mainly poetry, has been published several times - twice in my school's literary magazine and very soon in volume four of The Atlas, a literary magazine showcasing the work of high school and college age students who participated in the Young Emerging Writer's internship (obviously I was one of them), planned to be released this August.

I hold myself to a rather high standard and I never think my writing is good enough. But at some point I need to lay down the editor's pen, because I can't nurse a story forever. So I hope you enjoy the things I've strived to perfect.

-with love.