Let then the winter of life rage
Like late eve of a slowly dying year,
Yellowing leaves await when falling down,
Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown,
A few still hanging on, life lived in fear,
I too, on late life's tentative twilight—
The age awaiting the sunset of life
With forebodings of a long prowling night,
I too dream of no path sun’s bright-light rife,
But much rather that I see the amber
Of glowing fire that flickers in my heart,
See past the Fall followed by November,
All through till chilly weathers fully part…
If you, my love, can wait till Spring and more,
Let winter do her worse upon my door.
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Sonnet |13.11.2008, revised March 2025| life, love, winter, old age
Note: Eve of a dying year alludes to autumn or fall of the year, its parallel being old age. Northern Path: According to Hindu belief the soul leaves mortal remains and proceeds on to Northern/Southern Path. North is the path of no-return (Liberation), and south for returning to earth. Of course this depends on karma.
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