Winter's wake

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Winters wake

There are times during a summers day,
I pray the snow would stay away.

After hiking up a jagged mountain pass,
look at the calendar as if an hour glass.

Fall rolls around, leaves fall to annual death,
cracking of life withering beneath my steps.

Weeks before the snow wondering if I'll feel alone.
Stuck inside plows stacked high, 
life inside a winter globe.

Before I realize it, the first cold front is here.
After scraping off the sticky frost shifting my car in gear.

Looking out foggy windshield I concur
winter's wake has come, anguish may occur.

My motivation could freeze
grass white with frost.

Or

resiliently resist
this cold notion, 
despite the cost.

Then I notice it on the drive,
snowfall has arrived.

I forgot  the peace of mind
when a flake floats 
tickling my spine.

Surrounded by falling snow I look up at winters wake.
It is now I foresee winter joy is mine to take.



Winters wake
There is a moment during a summer day,
when I wish the snow would stay away.

After hiking up a mountain pass.
I look at the calendar as if an hour glass.

Fall rolls around, leaves fall to annual death.
I hear the cracking of life's decay beneath my steps.

Weeks before winter I wonder if I'll feel alone.
Stuck inside with snow stacked high, a mind inside a winter globe.

Before I realize it, the first cold front is here.
After scraping off the sticky frost I put my car in gear.

Looking out my foggy windshield I concur
winter's wake has come, a mental shift may occur.

My ambition could freeze like grass white with frost.
Or I could resist the cold notion, turning fear into dust.

Then I notice it on the drive,
the first snow fall has arrived.

I always forget it, the peace of mind
when on still days a flake floats down, tickling my spine.

Surrounded by falling snow I look up at winters wake.
It is now I foresee winter joy is mine to take.