And so it snows
outside, the trees of old
dancing gracefully in the soft winds of winter
clouds gifting soft fluffy flakes
a pretty white blanket for all to see
and from inside, where the wood fire burns fiercely
warmth arising from the cotto rich floors
in which were places with bare hands
in days of my summer
I watch in silence, as I witness a miracle
nature is patiently awaiting the new season of spring
often reflecting on the fact
that once winter has arrived for me
I shall never again see another spring
yet, I don’t feel sad
I feel incredibly grateful to have seen it at all
because when my winter arrives
it’s simply time to go home.