Winter’s white is blinding,
Removes the colors from my sight
Burns my eyes with frigid wind
Squinting, feeling through the blast of snow
That blocks my path to home.
Winter’s gray mutes all sound
No birds singing
The animals deep in burrows sleep
Would that I could crawl underground
To hide from the season that kills.
Crushes with its heavy snows the life from
all who are weak and unaware.
Winter’s black, a burial suit.
Time is at an end, the lights grow dim
Nothing left of strength in this man
His struggle over, peace overtakes.
Learned at last from his mistakes
And now lays freezing, alone and hopeless
Winter’s blue the sky above
Empty save for a cloud or two
Passing over, on the way
To a new and brighter day
Frozen body, but free the soul
Spirit flies away, renewed