The whistle of a winter breeze
Shushing through the barren trees
Reminding me of changes to come

The crispness of the fallen snow
Speaks of the passing of years
Remind me where I have come from

And all the while I wonder
If these things mark time like me
In the wonder of whats to come

Stoic Poetry


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