Come Winter

When will it be that it’s my time to go?

I see all the signs in the air. 

Must I wait through storms til there’s nothing but snow,

or is there a milder path there?

 

When I was young, I never spent time

nor took any thought just to sit by and think. 

I guess there was no need when weather was fine,

but seasons have passed in a blink. 

 

But somehow there’s comfort here watching leaves fall,

though they be the last on the tree. 

For I had the chance to experience it all. 

May winter’s snow soon set me free.