Running Wolves Poet Free verse

Fading Into Winter

My springs
my summers
are gone.

My autumns
begin to fade 
life's winter approaches.

I am old and broken 
I feel the icy fingers of age
deaths frosty breath chills me.

How long before my eyes close
with the setting sun forever
I know not. 

I will not cry
when my winter ends
I'll depart at peace, with love.

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Jean Bush December 25, 2019 at 8:19 PM I love the peace & calm you portray. Interesting life, eh? You should write a book. Running Wolves December 25, 2019 at 8:33 PM Thank you. I guess it's been a wild ride so to speak lol

Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2019 at 10:17 PM I do believe you have described yourself as the seasons, well done indeed! Running Wolves December 6, 2019 at 6:45 AM Its a circle of life kinda thing lol, just like the seasons cycle from spring -birth summer-growth, fall-maturity, winter-passes on, so does life. Cycle is just another word for circle. Thanks!

Elizabeth Kinch March 17, 2017 at 2:39 AM So beautifully written Robert. To end your Winter at peace and in love is something we all strive for. Running Wolves March 17, 2017 at 8:46 AM Thank you so very much for all of your kind comments

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2017 at 9:20 PM wow, Robert. This is beautiful. The way you ended it so peacefully. I am in my autumn. Well, I hope I still have the winter to go!!! a SEVEN Running Wolves March 16, 2017 at 10:11 PM Thank you, I've lived a very interesting life... lol