Gentle Winter's Eve

fondly as I feel the cold breeze in my soul blue touches the crystal night air with flow of snow lingers down on the pine trees, I see as I drift endlessly tonight, thru this gentle winter's eve I pass near a pond on which a bird use to land where I use sit and feed out of my hand bread from the market, baked fresh everyday during the spring and summer times way but, the she bird has rose to the air taken flight, to my dispair for, the pond is ice and covered with snow I look back and sigh, knowing the she bird had to go I walk on farther, to the bridge, where a car, awaits for me to get in I take a glance, of the mountain just one more time, before I go For, this will be the last walk in this mountain's, winter's snow