In the dipping of the late year Sun
you slip away,
the winter seems much harsher now,
colder or maybe
I'm more fragile,
see how
I bow to place these blooms upon the stone
when only darkness
looms ahead.

I have yet a mile or two to go
before the daffs begin to show and
maybe then I can remember
you without
a tear breaking through.

A smile I'd gladly give
if only we'd had one more year
and yes,
I know that's greedy of me,
but I see
only Winter and
it's very cold.