Winter Poetry

Since Frank has been going on about Autumn poetry, it made me think on my own stuff, and how I did more Summer/Winter stuff than Spring/Autumn, and then I had some lines going through my head all week since then, so I'm getting them out, even though they've already been out.

Winter's chill comes on my heart
The breeze you leave when you depart
An open door I can't forget
But this time with no regrets
I turn and face another day