Its winter now, the winds chill to the bone,
Although there’s sports to frolic in the snow,
And crackling fires and sleigh rides I have known,
I seem to long for crocuses and so…
I wait for spring to burst from her cocoon,
I long to hear crickets in their show,
To watch as flowers burst into full bloom,
The rain is leaving me behind and so…
The winds will calm, the air will become dry,
The brooks, the streams, my favorite place to go,
To water ski under the sun bleached sky,
But soon the scarlet leaves will brown and so…
The trees grow bear dropping their leaves below,
The seasons change today;
so let it go.
