Gone are the days of warm summer breezes
Wafting across a vivid blue lake to the beach.
Gone are the days that seem to last for ever,
Gone are short night’s with the owl’s screech.
Gone are the flowers that bloom at our feet;
Making a fragrent carpet that is soft to feel.
Gone are the water fowl that swim on the lake.
Gone for awhile boats sailing on an even keel.
Gone are most song birds, nests all empty.
Gone is the sweet refreshing summer rain,
The sudden drenching cooling thunder storms.
We look to the dawning sun for warmth in vain.
Now snow laden clouds sail across the sky
With a wind that bites with unrelenting lash.
Snow flakes cover the earth with cruel gentle touch
To hide the memories of summer’s sweet grass.
Yet winter time is so pretty with it’s white purity,
And standing stark and tall, the lofty lonely pines
Silluetted darkest green against winter’s blanket,
A soft sweet silence like snow envelopes our minds.
M Ann Margetson
October 24, 1997 ©
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