
I start as winter.
Alone and cold.
Over time, seasons
come and go.
The fruits of a
spiritual path.
Then again winter.
I am left alone and cold.
With the shadows
of a lingering sun.

I start as winter.
Alone and cold.
Over time, seasons
come and go.
The fruits of a
spiritual path.
Then again winter.
I am left alone and cold.
With the shadows
of a lingering sun.