Thursday, April 28, 2016


From roost set deep within frozen bush
Birds emerge and break the deathly hush
And I walk upon the cracking grass
And wait for the hoary frost to pass
And as night abates under wondrous sun
I see the new growth that is now undone
The cold hours are gone but not without cost
For all that had thrived is dead and lost
And if we thought that summer had come
We usurped winter and thought to have won
So a message is now sent to remind us fast
Anything we value may not always last
Nature always shall hold the final sway
And all we may do is our best each day