A poem a day for a month, it's a nice thought.
Youthful Traveller.
Now,
firm in winter's bosom clasped
gazing back along a path
a path I never can retrace
wondering, when summer's blaze
cooled to autumn's seductive charm,
when autumn ran to winter's chill?
I saw no signpost mark the borders
no checkpoint with the list
bidding me declare.
So the sea of life I duly sailed
a smuggler to the last,
contraband I carry in my heart,
the joy of spring
mid winter's icy blast.
