Winter's voice is calling out my name Summons with cold promises Leading me on by frozen candlelight Gathering to sight a numb dull pale white Walking through this forest in my mind Browning leaves cruching under foot Shadowed vale filled with abandoned still life Barren trees serving always to remind me Into a granite hue I wake Hopeful for the Spring A long day yet have I to wait Until warmth's dawning Sleep is coming for the dreaming Ever dimming, old old man Now I've come to the end of days An old friend guides me home At last I'll find a place to rest In warmth's dawning Winter's calling for the graying Ever fading aging man