Life’s Summer has gone, long ago;
and Autumn passed by, too;
I feel the effects of the Winter’s snow;
love’s warmth, no longer my view.
Perhaps its the cold of loneliness;
I just don’t really know;
my writing; shifted to poetry;
like the rain turns into snow.
I feel trapped in my transitions;
yet, feel that cold wind blow;
unable to cope with life’s conditions;
not knowing where I’ll go.
Thoughts of love, soothe lonely times;
but thoughts alone can’t cure;
for I seek warmth, I cannot find;
but still I must endure.
For somewhere there’s another;
much more lonely than me;
she doesn’t need a brother;
but the warmth of a love to be.
Perhaps my words can warm her night;
though I look to be growing old;
if my thoughts become her sight;
her love might still unfold.
Reality is a most cruel master;
refusing to tell me lies;
my physical self is aging faster;
a truth, I’ve come to despise.
Winter is not meant to be the end;
it’s a season; just like all others;
signaling a new life to befriend;
and granting us all new lovers.