I walk this walk in winter’s fog

along the path to fill each day.

Each stranger I see barely nods,

they pass by without aught to say. 

 

Against the cold I wrap my coat

while trying to ignore the sting

and thoughts of all the miles ahead

that passing through this season brings. 

 

I still recall the trees in color.

It seems like just a day ago.

I dream of time in warmth of summer.

Let me tell you this - I know

 

that spring will yet again return

despite the cold that grips me now.

The sun again will someday burn,

and I will make it through somehow.

 

So, while I sojourn through this season,

I’ll pray for a better day

and smile knowing that there’s a reason

for passing through this gloom of grey.