By The Shift Of Winds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I...
Am not surprised,
By...
The shift of winds.

I,
Have noticed seasons...
Changing to exchange,
From how I knew them then.

And it doesn't seem that long ago,
Spring would bring an end to Winter.
Or when Fall began,
Leaves of the trees would magically be colored.

I...
Am not surprised,
By...
The shift of winds.

I,
Have noticed seasons...
Changing to exchange,
From how I knew them then.

People then had broad smiles,
Anticipating awaited holidays.
And I remember all the while...
How a love of life with so many stayed.

And it doesn't seem that long ago,
And it doesn't seem that long ago,
Spring would bring an end to Winter.
Or when Fall began,
Leaves of the trees would magically be colored.

But...
So cold remain most shoulders,
Today.
By the shift of winds.

People then had broad smiles,
Anticipating awaited holidays.
And I remember all the while...
How a love of life with so many stayed.
But...
So cold remain most shoulders,
Today.
By the shift of winds.
Cold...
Remain most shoulders,
Today.
By the shift of winds.
Today.
By the shift of winds.
Cold shoulders,
By the shift of winds...
Remain.

I...
Am not surprised,
By...
The shift of winds on display,
Today.