The Passing of Father Time (Snowy Nights)

Silence tremors
As waning December
And the warmth we remember
Fades;
The soft edges of
Color display
Drift away
With a winter breeze

Brushing at rose-stained cheeks.

The brisk night shakes
And silver flakes
Float wild and free
Like feathered light
But even though
We hold on tight
Snowfall greets
Our chilled goodbyes

While the moon falls through the sky.