* * *
I am tired, I have lived through my all.
What else could I wish, or try?
The cold winter is near to fall
down from the autumn sky.
My heart is quiet and strong—
the wet gray of a silent stone.
I know it won't last for too long,
but the whens are never known.
The wind nights away the day.
And a little snowflake flies
and dies in the chilly rain,
with no chance to reach the skies.