Leaves on the ground around my feet Wind whips round and through my bones Takes my breath and chills the stones That line this quiet empty street. Those sunny days no longer greet Me as walking, quiet and alone, I think on how I shall atone For sins committed when life was sweet. My heart believes the death of warmth Will cleanse my soul of shame and grief But I know my heart’s true wish: To be content as is, at peace. When winter’s chill ceases to be May spring bring forth new life for me.