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As we haste the winter to pass, let us remember each winter ages us as we lumber to the winter of our lives:

A SONNET FOR WINTER

Filled with beauty of snow, the winter
The voiceless soft falling and dancing flakes
Cotton harvest, white polka dots litter
Sheeting the earth with the icing it makes

The grandeur of Christmas and New Year kiss
On the icy breath of the winter’s mist
Such grand beauty surely we should not miss
As death and birth confluence a yearly feast

Yet we haste to the spritely spring of life
Forgetting we age into wintry grey
The heartbeat of time is our sober midwife
As to the waiting grave we haste to lay

Winter, Winter, Winter of my old age
Pass not quickly as I savour this stage

Written sitting on the laps of dawn 6:30 am 20th January 2008

1. IKe Obihara says:

   February 21, 2010 at 8:58 pm

   Hi Ayo, nice one.

   I like the elephant – Aso Rock – looks good.