Old Man Winter turns out the light early
And the darkness outside breeds darkness in our lives
We rise later and sleep so soon
And in the frost and cold breathes misfortune
And death
We huddle together, sharing what little warmth we have
And the lone robin sings a sad song
We laugh when we can, smiling a small smile
Taking comfort in Newfies and Dachsunds
Photographs of ice
Hanging
From what is left of the autumn
Some cuddle for warmth with those they love
Others lay down alone
The pain of our lives brings our heads to our hands
While within us, the grandfather clock of life reborn
Ticks softly, and we know it is there
To greet us in spring
When the trees and the wild
Shake off the white fairy dust
Of winter
And we breathe.
My Zen Brain 