John Carter Brown
I Love And Hate - Poem by John Carter Brown
I love and hate this time of year
The damp, the cold, the drawing near
Of frost returning o'er the stones,
The chill enveloping my bones,
The songbirds that I see no more,
These things all freeze me to the core;
When nature draws her curtains tight
Replacing daylight with the night;
When winter, round the corner peeps,
And hibernators start their sleeps;
When autumn waves a brisk goodbye,
These thing I hate, but wonder why.
I love and hate this time, and yet
I should remember, not regret,
That round and round the cycle winds
The seasons, with their several kinds;
The rising of the spring-birthed green
Upon the eye, the freshest scene;
The summer blaze, the cobalt sky.
It's not for me then to deny
The spirit of the yearly round,
It's place upon this earthly ground.
I wait for swallows on the wing,
And must look forward to the spring.
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