(These are my thoughts that entered my mind this morning. September 15, 2015)

I am in the winter of my life.

Cold harsh winds blow through me,

Sadness and gloom,

Weigh me down to the ground,

My branches  are weak.

I stand bare and alone-

Where is that playful child?

That playful, happy child inside of me.

Long gone and forgotten.

Your sudden death;

On that bleak November morning,

Has left me full of dread,

When you left, part of me,

Went with you,

Like ancient trees,

We were to grow old together,

I'm forced to face winter and all that comes with it,

I'll miss you helping me prepare for it.

Your voice I long to hear.

I am in the winter of my life.

Spring will arrive again-

Trees will bud,

Flowers will bloom,

Sadness and gloom,

Will follow me into yet another winter.

Janet