stoic is one answer to the coming onslaught
wrapped up inside the fortress walls.
Snow is expected to be especially early
but of course snow has its own timing
-comes at the bidding of someone 'other'
that 'other' can see much farther than I.
Who could claim knowledge enough
-to be master of their circumstances?
surely all knowledge is passing away
leaving faith as the only sanity worthwhile
as you sit within your castle walls
listening to the wind whipping the snow.