Although darkened days of cold December
cast adumbrations over yesterday’s
dreams and iron curtains deafen replays
of old fantasies I faint remember,
yet, golden years and winter’s solitude
deprive me not the music of my soul
nor languish hope, embracing dark Sheol
with tumultuous jeremiad prelude.
For ominous thrills and great delights; new
accomplishments and adventures pending
fill the bucket list that I am sending
to make winter’s illustrious dreams come through.