Winter Oh So Near Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Turning his eyes inward
his heart let out a sigh

And then with one last fleeting glance
he bid the past goodbye

What's gone left undetermined
the future not to be

The moment praying faithfully
and down on bended knee

His garden burns autumnal
with colors rich and brown

A robin sings—last plant begins
seeded wishes in the ground

And then a North wind calls him
its voice so plain and clear

Those things undone best left to Him
—with winter oh so near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)