Winter and My Soul

I see a pear falling down from the tree.

Winter is coming and it's plain to see.

I spend the cold nights in my lonely room.

Is it the winter to which

I am doomed?

Cold is the snow that will cover the ground.

I feel the presence of tears falling down.

Is it for pity or pain that

I cry? Color is gone and the grass it must die.

Winter brings sadness that empties my soul.

Life is too short for a dog growing old.

He used to follow and play at my heels.

Love from his heart

I no longer can feel.