Winter’s Coming

Winter is in the air
Closing in everywhere
The valley is chilled
And the bears are hibernating

Sweat no longer forms upon my brow
And all the birds are flying south
The warmth from the sun
Is shorter from day to day

An extra quiet upon the bed lies
And by breath I can now see
The changing of the seasons
Dulls the senses inside of me

Gone are the patchwork of leaves
Leaving the limbs of trees bare
A hush or murmur falls upon the land
Like a visitation of all who grieve

The land will be frozen
And the fingers cold
No flowers blooming
No gentle breezes blowing

Winter is a harsh master
That we must endure
To them be rewarded finally
With another spring when here