Whispers in the Winter

the wind it whispers in cold winter time
an ancient rhythm that knows the rhyme
a pattern, a song, that shares its secrets with those who hear
the call, the glory, the fall before the year
which turns and slides, around the corners of our mind
the beauty of silence, the serenity in calm
all belongs in a winter's cold, beholden in its arms
revealed now to the world we know, the world fresh and deep
in a newly fallen snow, that covers the world
the mind, the heart, with whispers and secrets
that warmth the part of us all that simply longs to end
the running, the rolling, the evidence never sent
that would clear our conscious, clear our soul
of the weight of knowing, all that we know
for the window in the winter, spills over our time
speaking of a truth, that only its secrets can unwind