Misty Snow Filled Veil Poem by James McLain

Winter:
With the fog running off and down the hill.
Morning which does not have today a name.
It is covered with the misty snow filled veil.

Spring:
Green leaves beginning buds that open fall.
Paddy fields and ponds both are the same.
Green of the open sea and emerald eyes.

Summer:
Wind and rain the shock it speaks of fall.
However, still afforest the pecan shell the chestnut.
Light replaces dark and love is black and pink.
In my room the night time gloom,
the long necked supple heron, I hear speak.