Winter has come and gone, I believe.
As daylight hours lessened so swiftly,
I slept through his time, discontentedly.
And now his passing I ruefully grieve.
Beneath his bare feet the soft shuffle of snow,
I neglected his winsome melody.
Such sweet sorrow such sinuous irony.
He then slipped by; I had not seen him go.
You see, I once knew
of this transported crystal world,
where resplendent silver banners
were joyously unfurled.
But I left my companion
on that ivory playground,
and I crept purposefully away
without so much as a sound.
But my childhood playmate to me seems grown old.
He wails in the ice abyss of silence, alone.
Near end I awoke with weary eye and stiff bone.
My innocent, I tell you, for I never was told.
I grew tired, wandering to find laborous asleep,
crawling into a dungeon unknowingly deep.
My fond friend’s whispers lost in cavernous cry.
But, I want to go back; I can't, but I try.