The silent snow is falling flake by flake
Solemn is the ticking of the clock
The slowly passing hours have drawn late
Memory has come to torment and to mock.
The fire has died down to glowing embers
Like the past, will turn to ashen gray
The sleeping mind is wakened to remember
Time has washed and faded all away.
Of life so vivid, once so bright
Images come rushing back anew
In the morning’s weak and pallid light
Winter’s white has changed to sullen blue.