Farewell Poem by Franc Rodriguez

A strong gale blows the lineaments of my cold face.
A flurry of snowflakes falls onto the ground.
A sign that winter has come upon this quaint place.
And from aloof one can hear a familiar sound.
It is the migration of a gaggle as they take flight.
And the bears soon seek caves for their hibernation.
In this land of wilderness betides their annual plight.
In the rime and dollop of snow is a wintry isolation.
There near the mountains where she was lain to rest.
As I sit here under a warm blanket I remember well.
I hearken back to the past when we were at our best.
As I depart once again, I bid her a fond farewell.