Day 152: Winter
The first day of winter...ever so evident from the bare branches and chilly breeze.
The Sunlight through a Winter Tree
the sunlight through a winter tree
falls like a veil on you and me
a cold breeze moves your careful hair
you put a guarding hand up there
and still the world moves us away
to another place, another day
- how time’s strong hand can move
so easily so firm a love!
our little scene’s a tiny pyre
consumed within time’s giant fire
and all that massive joy and sorrow
is ashes now and less tomorrow
was it for nothing that we gave
a precious part of birth to grave?
you turn, i turn, and with the day
from all to nothing turn away
and yet we have what time must miss
the memory of love, and this