What Shall We Do When Winter Comes?

Poem

Delay not the mystical velvet path

Full of secrecy and anguish

Promises and troubled sleep

But walk proud with steady eyes

For happy memories stand the test of time

When she loved him, childlike and greedy

Full of wonder and unending delights

Bow not to the brief wordless spans

Nor the questions left unanswered

But console your heart in a thousand ways

And know the realities of the cold

Cannot dim each secret golden hour we have known

Author's Note

What do you feel when you read this?