My Winter Song

This is my winter song; I cannot take you along. I am now fully on my own; Aging, feeble, loosely sewn. My memories endure and last, Now embedded within my past. They shine light that is bold, On events that were once told. Emotions that sang a rhapsody, Sorrows that clung with intensity. Snow flakes may tumble and fall; I see my future in the winter squall. Icicles lose their shape at the tip; They slowly disappear drip by drip. Who can account for time’s arrow; It flies through the heart of a sparrow. All of nature bows down to adore, The mystery of passing that is in store. Who am I to wish anything otherwise; I bow my head to reality, looking wise. This is my winter song; The season never feels wrong. I am now here where I truly belong; At home in my hearth feeling strong Alone in my heart, I hear a chilling gong.