Old Man Winter

A snow falls on this season, Introspection at the close, Cold sweeping thoughts, Wisdom comes at Autumn’s end, Old man rises up, Answering trumpet call.

BE STILL…

Light bursts through the dark, Spreading as melting ice on a windshield Washing out the blackness, Filling the void with living light, Slowly drifting across the opening scene A snow flake flowing in a swift cold breeze Lazily landing in a bed of glowing white Fresh smelling air Filling the lungs with cold and flair…