Cold Sinew (Winter 3)

Fresh snow clings to the window screen,
Coloring the morning light blue.
Waking slowly from the nights dream,
My mind searches by cold sinew.

For memories past and songs that never last,

It knocks about in dusty halls,
For what's today's and what's year's past,
Before the day's loud routine calls,
And through the door outside I pass.

Snow crunches under my footsteps,
Yesterday's blizzard is long gone.
It's the clouds' turn to go and rest,
Shooed away by the day's new sun.

Snow shovels at work, tilling shadows in the Earth.

Ten years past, under the same sky,
But a different place, another time,
For a moment in my mind's eye,
Briefly harmonized like a rhyme.

But then gone, and I live on.

A month, a year, a day,
  all time is short
  after it's passed away.