Winter Wind

Don’t let the winter white wind take my name.
Don’t let my voice be lost among the drafts
That sift my words until they sound the same,
And drive the cold through wall and window paths.
Don’t let the drifting dust of time deface,
Or hide the flashing twinkle in my eye,
The one that lights the wreckage of my face,
Or flares as the campfire’s last embers die.
Don’t let my warmth be wasted in the cold.
Hug me close and share what I can give.
When young, I shared too little -- now, I’m old,
And time grows short for me to share and live.
I want to share my love until my death,
Until the winter wind steals my last breath.

Mick McKellar
January 2026