Old man Winter ,slowly moves.

The Evening sky grew dark..
Old man winter slowly moves.

At first unnoticed in the still of the night.
Winter walks, slowly towards the light.
Feelings and smells of frozen memories.
The cool wind blows you close to me.
The touch upon my skin chills me.

I know you well, as you slowly move.
The trees bend low as if to smooth.
My thoughts recall a lost long ago.
And now I wait for you to show.

I beckon you old man of the night.
Closer now, I can see the white.
You slowly creep along the way.
Touching my soul everyday.