winter

cold is the wind outside
shivers crawling up my spine..
hasty days are passing by,
leaving me another sign....

nothing to mourn about
living life is not a regret..
survival with the harshest odds
life's never been a safer bet....

they speak to me deep within
when winter's here finally,
with each reception in my head
my soul descends fiercely


on winter nights,in memory lane,
who can tell how spirits die...
feeble thoughts in my fading mind
northern winds just washing by....