How often I’ve shunned,

Opening that door,

Letting memories and dreams, …

Ruggedly constructed,

With iron and steel.

Unlike my memory, …

One day,

The snows on me,

Too will melt, …

Covered and dormant,

In a snowy grey.

Like cold dreams, …

So many things,

Are now unclear,

Yet familiar, …

To wear wrinkles,

Openly without a care,

Is beautiful. …

On grey,

Listless days,

It is the spice of life, …

When covered in snow,

I close my eyes,

Feel the cold, …

Life,

Is no longer as simple,

As it used to be. …

Sometimes the answers I seek,

Are hidden among the branches,

Of snow-covered trees, …

I used to look at her,

And wonder,

Who are you? …

It is the simple,

Mundane acts,

To help, …

To shine,

And feel glamourous.

But now I can see, …

Only old rusty keys,

Can open the doors,

Where mysteries reside, …

Remnants of yesterday,

Are now scattered,

Among murky shadows, …

It is that,

Which after the years,

Still hangs on me, …

I like to sit alone,

In my own world,

To silently reminisce. …

Perhaps,

They were inspired,

By starring at lakes, …

In days gone by,

I rolled.

Now tired and muddy, …

Spring is almost here.

Let’s bloom,

Smile at the world, …