When Winter Comes, Remember Me Poem by Lycia Harding

When Winter comes, remember me
beside you on lush ivory sand.
If icy fingers beckon thee,
arise and brush aside her hand.

As you awake on shortening days,
when Winter comes, remember me.
Hoar frost just may forsake her grays
and let wet days set colors free.

Light snow may fall so subtly,
pale notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comes. Remember me
and I shall play each shivering sheet.

July's abundant harvest gone,
I'm owed no Summer memory
but hope you will, from this day on,
when Winter comes, remember me....