On A Clear Day Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes

When chilling breezes brush the trees
and frosty mornings wilt the leaves,
beguiling, winter's fingers tease.
The lulling summer sun will grieve

as detrimental winds appear,
disrupting what this star believed
a perfect day for skies to clear.
The lulling summer sun will grieve,

when time refuses to concede,
as icy droplets now deceive
a startled star that lost the lead.
The lulling summer sun will grieve

when chilling breezes brush the trees;
the lulling summer sun will grieve.