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

Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2021

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