
Again the fall fades away
Turning a whiter shade of pale
The bare trees and cold ground
This evening wait
As I cast the snow in soft gentle drift
Painting the plains of the Earth
A winter to remember
I will sit nested upon the mountain
Waiting till thy season end
God will whisper Ices come
For then I will know
It is time for Spring to bud
Copyright 2009
Regis
and the waiting of Spring...
Art Sun...
Edwin
Procol Harum would be proud . . . !!
LOve and Hugs,
Lance
lovely portrait inside the beautiful poem
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
hugs
fee