another close

the dusted icing sugar frost of winter
is painted on the road
the fence
the chimney
and underneath
is wet and cold
the grey sky
folds the clouds
over the big blue sky

another close
it's close to being over

and motionless i'm looking out
my window
the hibernated loss will soon
become a memory
and i am again faced
with new territory
how will the furrow
plow itself come January

another close it's close to
being over

over the hill
of what this year has made of me
without the will
i have been kidnapped here
it's not like me
but then i used to be so sure
those were the days
when i thought i knew much more

so as we light the candle
and toast with yet another glass of wine
i wonder will i still be
feeling so unsure
like what i've done has got no where
and hoping that things will work out
next time

another close
it's close to being over