One of Our Last Fine Days

this may be
one of our last fine days
before winter
with her chills and dreariness
claims the dreams
of warm weather folk

Winter's bleak and
unflinching grip
will not have me this season

As a boy,
winter did not take the toll
that it does on me now
I found joy
in snowballs, forts
snowmen.

Winter did not take the toll
that it does on me now.
With rosy red ears
and a runny nose
I still played, despite the cold
Now winter affords only
moments of relief
For sights of sunshine and
melting snow can ease my grief

This season may hold hope
even as gray skies take hold
there may be a candle
to sway the dark, the desolate.
For the warmth of one,
intimate progression
can out-wage the cold and dark.

Written on October 12th, 2010. A sunny fall day in Montana before winter sets in.