Still I Walk Poem by Sheri Green

I walk along the woodland floor as
Autumn colored leaves swirl around my feet

Glancing up to the grey clouded skies
I know that Winter and I, shall soon meet

I trudge ahead through the the dying light
the sun slipping beneath an unseen rim

And Winter calls to me, beckoning me on
As I walk this path in the twilights dim

A pale moon rises, breaking the clouded veil
Casting thin shadows in the mourning light

She chillingly embraces me with an icy kiss
As I unheedingly walk the path of my night

With a Sirens call She still may summon me
And by an icy hand my time She may try to rive

But there before me an untrodden path remains
So Winter shall have to wait, for I am alive

I am still alive...