Winter's Bliss

Winter's a season for closing old doors and opening new

Preparing for the cold, awaiting spring's flowers to renew.

My thoughts turn to minuscule, the fresh blanket of snow.

Attaching to my window, the beauty of frost's clear glow,

And, I wonder...

Why many, fail to see those so very fragile and the few...

Pain's reflection on their faces and kneeling in the pew.

Is contemporary hectic, an inflection to busy in their life,

Insulating a conscience from the others and their strife?

And I wonder...

Will they become embittered, as tragedy visits them with pain;

Will they wail, and flail, when their tears surge forth like rain?

Will they understand, remember, reflect on past insensitivity,

Or will they continue along their narrow path, me, Me, ME?

And I wonder...

On this glorious, crystalline day, dusting snow whispering away;

Coating my face, changing skin's hue, wind gusting and I sway.

Will the glimmer of death's visit be cold, vibrant, vital and serene;

And, as I take it all in, I'm thankful for the reflections of this scene...

And I wonder...