It’s a serious business, this thing called winter.
A time for reflecting on goals not met
And dreams not realized.
A time for planning redemption,
The reclamation of what should have been
Or could have been but for lack of effort and will.
And though we wish to start anew
And make it right, we falter,
Haltingly at first, then with dread
Frozen in our too often tread tracks,
For we know, we have always known
That the way will not be easy
For winter comes not on soft feet
Like broken in slippers,
As some would have us think,
But, rather, in hard heeled loafers,
Unforgiving and tight.
She comes in serious and determined
Ready to show us our weaknesses,
Pointing out where we went wrong
And got off track, knowing that
All too soon we’ll go astray again
And so winter blows in, sweeping around us
Like downy flakes of snow.
And though she may point out the path to us
Our feet want not to go.