Winter

No significant snow has fallen this season.
Oh, there is snow, but slowly built up,
layer by layer, bit by bit,
like memories in an old man's mind...

And, ice, ice too, there is.
Freezing and thawing overlaid
drop by drop and drip by drip,
like failed loves in an old man's heart...

And, cold?
My God, it's been cold!
Bitter winds, arctic air,
like the chill in an old man's bones...

But Spring will come
and dirty snow and fissured ice
will mush and melt then disappear,
like the silent passing of an old, old man...