December snows are falling almost daily
The winter clouds hang heavy in the sky.
The woods behind my house have lost their palette
Of greens and colours bright within my eye.
Everything has slipped toward the grey zone
Where lines are blurred and softer all around.
My thoughts have slowed and wander now like children
In a game of hide and seek where no one’s found.
There are no longer shadows in the woodland
For the sun is trapped behind the steely clouds.
Old companions are now silent in this season
But they occupy my dreams in boisterous crowds.
I watch them dance and laugh and call out greetings
And they beckon me to join their merry ranks.
But I awake to find the snow piled ever deeper
And the shades of white a canvas simply blank.
It waits for me to paint my final picture
To find a place inside the gloom of greys.
A landscape steeped in drink from other seasons
A still life wrapped in bits of former days.
I have earned the glories of the springtime
I have reveled in the warmth of summer suns
And the fall has shown me change is wrapped in beauty
Now my masterpiece of life is nearly done.