Winter’s opaque skies come creeping…much to my delight
Chilled letters spelled out upon frosty, patent breath
The endless drone of summer, long day’s journey into night
Yet, each winter that I witness brings me closer to my death
The barren trees, the fallen leaves, compliment my mood
Frost upon the ground that crackles underfoot
I proclaim proclivity to be lugubrious to brood
Doth not the brightest fire drop residue of soot?
Days become shorter and the hearth is welcome warm
Aging hands feed wood, once young eyes stare into flame
A time to ruminate as memories descend as a swarm
I'm just a player in life’s eternal game
The ageless cuckoo bird will now take his winter’s nap
Sun, when it appears, disappoints with bright effect
I much prefer the rain though it dampens woolen cap
Misery’s company is my mantra, I suspect
For that is the gist of this sullen little story
The world hath passed me by, yet winter slows it down
When ebon clouds surround I am in my glory
And howling, shrieking winds impede the happy and their sounds
So, embrace me old friend winter, devoid of heat and light
Let kindle paint mosaic inside my humble room
Wife, pets and I will all marvel at the sight
For one day fire will extinguish and flame will not find tomb
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