Winter at the End of the Journey

Hours whisked away, the year's journey nears an end

The clock ticks even more quickly its urgent message to send
Unused last remnants of our yearly desires soon depart
A new list of wishes penned in the mind to start

Time stands still for no man at this late hour
Urgent memories soon lost dim, faded to sour
Days quicken down sunrise to sunset
Actions stalled in time turn to regret

Winters whispering white snow fall soon descends
Trees to grow heavy toward black ground bend
Cleansing deep earth of rot and rust
In its pristine white carpet defilement free we trust

Cold window air against the skin a near bitter delight
Time waiting at parted curtain for ray of warm sunlight
A staunch look of daydream turned to stare
Dust and ideas set free into the clean fresh air

The distance seems daunting from winter to spring
But starry daydreams of youth a moment of joy brings
The ground crisp with frost its winter coat does wait
A green grass grows alone still unaware of its fate

Minutes, hours and seconds pass quickly unseen
As the old year closes and the new one sets in
Fresh cheer for renewed energy the Earth beckons forth
All souls faded clean by winds from the north

Time stands still for no man lest it mend
New man reformed with bright sun behind him
Old dust nearly settles to form new hard clay
Winter arms of air surrounding a reborn day

Mark, 2007