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Winter's here [291]

Winter's here

This darkening day
fastens me to reality
that time of year
when snowflakes whisper

"winter's coming"

and I hold dear old memories,
hands hugging a mug of coffee.

I ride life saddled to the seasons,
cinched to withstand the rollercoaster
of meager victories
and the many failures.

I galloped through youth,
through middle-age,
now ask to slow down
before my dotage.

Snowflakes whisper,
"Winter's here!"
as I make sure I'm secured,
surcingle strapped to my mount,
the only life I've known.

© Kåre Enga [174.291] (5.november.2017 on envelope)