Final stanzas of the year
Final stanzas of the year


The year draws near its whispered end,
A fading echo, time to mend.
With frosted breath, the hours gleam,
A bridge between what was and dreams.
Each fleeting moment, softly spun,
Threads of dusk and threads of sun.
In shadows long, in stars that glow,
The final stanzas gently flow.