Before, your question was presented, I had not really ever thought of it!
But now, that I reflect........it is the doom or darkness of winter, or of soul , that I write the most. Years ago, I did realize that I wrote more in pain, than I did in joy.
In the spring, I am in the "busy" of setting plants, planting seeds, hoping for the next tomorrow. I am busy, planting, tending, growing, reaping......
It is in the darkness of winter, or of soul, than I wish to convey, my link to humanity. I wish to share, recall, bring thougths and memories to the light of day.
I am a child of dark soul, who blossoms in the light of day,
Thanks to you.........for have given me a piece, missing from the puzzle of me.
Because of reflecting upon your question, I understand, myself, just a bit better. Thank you.