As the leaves are too soon covered
by the white snow,
the world is changing.
Little wisps of winter seep in through
the air, reminding us
of the coming cold.
Days are shorter, nights are longer,
as the dismal snow, unrelentingly
keeps up its pace.
Tiny children yearn for the day
they can sled and play
in the pure abyss.
I wish life was like childhood,
where sledding was enough;
oh, how I wish.
But just as the moon changes each
and every month, and
the Spring to Summer;
The Autumn season is the marvelous
color pallet of the artist,
and Winter is the conclusion.
When will it end, we ask, when
does the darkness leave, we say
why won’t it go?
The Winter never seems to end and
every day seems shorter than
the last; It’s coming.
I need the sun, I need the light; We need
the warmth of the night.
Oh how we need it.
It closes in on me, on my thoughts, my dreams;
It smothers the breath in my eyes.
It destroys the life in me.
And like all fairy tales, my prince will come.
And I will be waiting here until he does
Waiting and watching for:
The sun.