Winter Reflection

Winter Reflection

My window view is vague tonight with frost,
The outlines slowly gather dimness, then are lost.
Slowly the coldness seeps the corners
Of the darkened room
Where I sit alone and dream
Of warm days whose substance I cannot glean.

I ask myself how happy were these sun-strewn days,
Whether they were well-spent or badly-managed,
And whether all was as certain as it seemed.
But I can find no answers in the gloom
That surrounds me. Hazed in fast
Like this, I shall probably never know
The present, least of all the past.

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