F A R E W E L L TO S N O W
by D. Clure
Today glimpsed I, a curious sight --
a mound of snow, no longer white.
It basked alone, upon brown grass
it seemed to say This too shall pass.
When greener days shall come to be
when Spring soon covers every tree
with robins nests and leaves of green --
This mound of snow shall cease to be.
And so, in passing by, paid my respects
to Winter, and to all of his effects
and bid Spring Time my warmest welcome.
For as long as this Old Earth shall spin --
God has ordained each Winter's end.
Yea, God has ordained each Spring begin.
Copyright 2007 David Clure. Read others in his book "Norwood Night & Other poems".
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Like you and President Trump, I don't think we can say that we are out of the "winter of our discontent by Easter." I think it will be much longer before we can breathe the breath the spring and complete freedom again.
Ron