Come Winter

When will it be that it’s my time to go? I see all the signs in the air. Must I wait through storms til there’s nothing but snow, or is there a milder path there? When I was young, I never spent time nor took any thought just to sit by and think. I guess there was no need when weather was fine, but seasons have passed in a blink. But somehow there’s comfort here watching leaves fall, though they be the last on the tree. For I had the chance to experience it all. May winter’s snow soon set me free.