Winter

The morning air to which I have awoken 

whispers softly upon me, the subtle signs of change.

 

For the aroma of distant fire has joined the newly fallen snow

to greet me in the dim of dawn, declaring -

that time has at long last carried me safe and whole,

to this final season wherein I might take my rest.

 

And though I know that the coming days be short 

with fleeting strength of light and warmth.

Yet, I relish to behold the delicate beauty 

and symbolic purity of a world adorned in white.

 

Which in joy lifts my heart not only to recall 

the dear memories of seasons past,

but to as well look forward into the brilliance of white

which lies beyond… the driven snow.