The snowflakes fluttered to the ground
And fell in soft peaks all around
The winter winds blew brash and bold
And shimmered in the midnight’s cold
The sting of frost left on my face
Like numbness of our last embrace.
When I was young and dreamt a bit
I thought my dreams could never fit
But now I’m old and understand
Sometimes fate deals a losing hand
And we must make another plan
To manage fear and start again !
Claire V. Bogdanos 