Saturday, January 25, 2014


The summer sun flew by me,
I knew not where it went,
Only the snow now hounds me
The bane December sent.
I used to dream in summer,
I held him, side by side,
The August moon before me
A still unmarried bride.
The breeze came by me softly,
The petals of the rose
They brushed my spirit gently
As grasses brushed my toes.
There was a wind of silence,
There was a hope of sky,
The light was not behind me,
But triumphed, wide and high.
Within this lovely novel
I scarcely could contain
A feeling of belonging
That now seems but a shame.
Return to me, dear summer,
Come wandering from the spring
Leave icicles behind you
Let loose, give voice, and sing.