When the winter blooms into springtime, bright
And the birds are sweetly singing their tune
We consider Your benevolent might
And pray that the light doesn’t fade too soon
Yet, when the nightfall does fall from above
Your stars prolong the beauty of the sun
Shining on to remind us of Your love
And remind us Your work is never done
It is in these days of mild weather
That we find a relief from the harsh cold
One and all we all gather together
And fond memories and stories are told
At the end of winter you bless us so
Blessing, indeed, your creatures here below
((February 28,2006))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet and delicate sonnet Danny, just like spring, new life bursting out all over the place we call mother earth. 10 from loving the sonnet form, but not very good at it, Tai