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.