The Youth of Snow

This was the foreseen day,
The last moment of which wonder could truly exist.
The storm was to be like no other,
Purity and life was all that drove the old man.
His limp walk was slightly subdued by the cane,
But the pace at which he walked still remained.

Brisk waves of wind hit his night gown,
Creating a floating appearance seen in the snow.
He kept his head down,
As his gray and matted hair danced in the wind.
The faded color in his eyes,
Reflected misery of which life had handed him.

As if almost planned,
The man stopped in his fateful steps.
The courtyard at which he stood was deserted,
For the others were asleep in comfort.
He closed his eyes and raised his head,
While the snow fell across him with ease.

With a gentle release from his withered hand,
His walking cane fell with a muted thump.
He stood there and outstretched his arms,
Letting the increasing waves of snow hit his body.
The cold did not bother him,
For the effect it had was quite relieving.

He looked up into the clouds,
And watched as the blankets of white fell from their birth.
He closed his eyes once more,
Letting this new feeling consume his soul.
It was like the snow was taking away his pain,
Erasing all troubled events from his past.

His eyes were now a deep, frosted blue,
The misery it once contained had vanished.
He steadily glanced at his hands,
Of which were now smooth and strong.
The dark brown of his hair grew,
As each snowflake melted on top of it.

A footstep required no assistance,
The weakness he had once felt was no more.
Anybody who would come across him,
Would only see a young, spirited man.
A smile was all that it took,
His life was now renewed.

He stopped again and just stood there,
Letting the youth pour back into him.
The wind swirled the snow around the courtyard,
The intensity of the storm had now peaked.
He lifted his hands once more toward the heavens,
As a blinding flash of lightning entrapped the night.

The nurses gathered around the hospital bed,
In shock as they stared at their oldest and beloved patient.
The smile on his face was all that mattered,
They knew that he must of died peacefully.
Though why his window was propped open was all but a mystery,
As the last few snowflakes fell from beyond.