Snowfall

and in the morning as we set out finding in the night that snow did fall down ‘tis but a light skiff pavement does glisten with moisture does gleam with thin icing of white gladly we start out on long morning stroll cheeks do turn red breath it does steam splashing through puddles climbing on drifts gaily you do laugh as you run ahead I trudge behind you taking it slow knowing I’ll soon catch up be together again and as my eyes open seeing the clock reading the numbers ‘tis a quarter to four too long are the nights now for the hours that I sleep time there is too much of far more than I need covers warm are cast back in chill of night air struggling to sit up and pick up my cane muscles are weak now and hurt in the cold my gait is unsteady I am getting old with cane I quietly stumble around the bed slip by your wheelchair that stands by the bed doctors do tell me in voices quite hushed that soon it will be over and I’ll be alone winter is coming frozen ground far too slick while pushing a wheelchair on legs far too weak yet I’ll still miss it as I stagger along my cane a tapping on cold frozen ground