Winter Oh So Near
Turning his eyes inward
his heart let out a sigh
And then with one last fleeting glance
he bid the past goodbye
What’s gone left undetermined
the future not to be
The moment praying faithfully
and down on bended knee
His garden burns autumnal
with colors rich and brown
A robin sings—last plant begins
seeded wishes in the ground
And then a North wind calls him
its voice so plain and clear
Those things undone best left to Him
—with winter oh so near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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