The winter evening settles down
as snowflakes slow,
and trees once covered with ice
begin to shed their limbs,
as horse-drawn carriages
slip away from the parties and festivities,
as the clouded sun,
shrouded in mist,
begins to end the day.
Though cold the walk home must be,
many must make the journey.
With snow laden shoes
and damp clothes,
the children run back into their houses
after a long day of fun and folly.
These are the days of life
which we must cherish.
Far too many have passed already.
and too few are now left.