Ancient Winter

The old man, who slowly walks with the cane Many years ago, he looked just as you do He was handsome, virile and tall Living then so easy, no matter the weather Today, his bones curve; and once steady gait, slowed He recalls that each season came bearing gifts Spring, brought youth and delightful promises Summer, glorious heat to warm and nourish his body Autumn, a gift of reflection and he'd count blessings While winter, pretentious, came empty handed And youth fell for his clever guise each time How he would dazzle with breathless beauty! Coming at precise moments of vulnerability With his pristine cloak of soft white to beguile He would pose as a friend come for a visit While he convinces that he'll never remain All the time he possess your body stealthily Then wait in silence, lurking in your bones As he runs schemes to steal away your youth That old man, now frail, spend days before a fire And in solitude, reminisces about his past He did not see winter as ancient or deceptive Had no clue that winter is never to taste joy Today, he still brings out his best brandy And gladly shares with his permanent guest The youthful years have all dissapeared And like the magical portrait of Dorian Gray Winter appears younger and prettier, still! ~*~ This was fun! : )