Welcome Winter

An old man is standing in the snow alone and cold In his hands he holds the last snugness of a spark His wrinkles are melting with the growth of the world His eyes are hiding a white mystery lighten in the dark As the wind, he makes my windows creak leaving on his mark. An old man is staring my wishes made to the starry sky He embraces time's circle waiting for his only worn turn Returning only when the passion fades, facing a love's goodbye Naked trees are his home, fallen leafs the kindling for his wishes to burn Welcome white king! Our life's dark senses your absence whisper and discern.