December's Winter
There are no more songs to sing
each melody lies deep and low
held by the heart unsung.
Silence closes in
shutting out the world around
wrapping age in a shelter ending hum.
Racing once slow, now final and complete
the mind hesitates in prayer
holding on to and eternal peace to come.
These are the winter years
the last Decembers of our lives
come too quick but undeniable like setting suns.
Take it in, full in plenty
deep blue cloudless fading skies
cool warming noon soon to be undone.
Inching high slow on the horizon
colored leaves now pale and fall
with age and time the rest is won.
Breathe in less arduous or anxious
soft and gentle life sensations
calm, soothing, welcome.
There are no more songs to sing
every blessing slow intensely gathering
embraced and given by the One.
Live well to that very last moment
grateful and thankful for all that was
given to us all, each and everyone.
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