Age of Winter

With life comes time
as places fall prey
to all the emotions
of each passing day.
Leaving an imprint
among every sight
as the age of winter
begins to take flight.
There may be places
a home that exist
a place that's surely
chose not to desist.
It lives as memories
it lives as a phase
that time unleashed
in future displays.
Like scents of winter
day and night meets
giving us an essence
of time that repeats.
It begins with passion
and then continues
with all the minutes
and all the views.
A God sent emotion
becomes as a dream,
but it's living on now
as a daily cuisine.
It's a taste of winter
found so tender
maybe of Christmas
an age of winter.
©By Bill Pearce
Dec 27,  2019

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