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)

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