Winter Of My Life

The harden trees cry borning leaves and there day
The great north wind blows green upon their bail
And the pattern of frost on the pen
Form like pictures that dodge through my brain
Again… and again
The wind in the meadows turn to wicks
The fogs reaches further for his knell
And my hand reaches is out in the night
For the love which is gone with the light
Edge faded
As the cell often coats in a vice wraps the trees… For winter
The wind cuts this way… like a knife… to the holes In my clothes
And I wonder… what’s become… all my life
The swallows gone away until next year
The crow sings the only song I hear.
And the snow man is staring at me
Thank the lord his eyes cannot see
And his lips can never ask me
Why… I stand… alone… in the winter… of my life