Winters

I see the sun shying away
sooner than the past few days
Taking more hours off
like a child running off to play
Or an old man going senile
Panting for breath,
tired after just a mile


The chill reaches the bone
Like a demon ready to devour
Warm hearts feeling alone
Watching the sun shrink every hour
Even the horizon is hiding behind the haze
As if the sky is suddenly closing its gaze



The days squeeze between the nights
trying to find a place in winter's story
The greys blues and browns dominate
As if the palette has lost its glory
Till the spring flowers show their smiling face
Till the air is sprinkled with the spring's grace
Till that speck from the sun carries a warm trace
Its just a surrender to the winter's blaze