Now white winter frost silences the golden
And drops the browned blossom magnolia.
Our favourite bench sits and glitters
in the ice /
Overlooking the chilling stillness of
our lives. /
Park lanterns glow like tall candles and
line our path /
Reflecting the bountiful years behind
A lone sparrow stirs underneath a cedar
And chirps for its mate---answered by
a muffling gust. /
Dusk, forthcoming, is remorseful and blue-gray.
Evening's purple pall falls softly with
a snowy curtain /
Draping night's sorrow of scattered ash.
At last, solemn Peace whispers through
her crystal veil, /
Blessing our darkened walk with silver
To guide our passing souls through the