At times when the wind of winter, turns the words cold,
And thoughts have too, left the mind,
The sun does little to bring warmth in,
As voices tend to hush their utterance,
Only the season remains the same, cold and dreary!
Then as the wind moves from the north, the sun rises higher,
The warmth of summer enters,
Thoughts again begin to move,
From under the heavy shroud!
The earth exposed from winter’s cover,
The seeds of season there endowed,
But errant plantings from the sky,
Keep work on knees to remove!
The joys continue thru each week,
The harvest soon to reap!
But nothing blesses the ear with sound,
From friends long gone not now to seek!
Once heard the written voice of distant friend,
Not heard for long past days,
But then the silence once returns,
To keep the vision back to go!
And thoughts have too, left the mind,
The sun does little to bring warmth in,
As voices tend to hush their utterance,
Only the season remains the same, cold and dreary!
Then as the wind moves from the north, the sun rises higher,
The warmth of summer enters,
Thoughts again begin to move,
From under the heavy shroud!
The earth exposed from winter’s cover,
The seeds of season there endowed,
But errant plantings from the sky,
Keep work on knees to remove!
The joys continue thru each week,
The harvest soon to reap!
But nothing blesses the ear with sound,
From friends long gone not now to seek!
Once heard the written voice of distant friend,
Not heard for long past days,
But then the silence once returns,
To keep the vision back to go!
