There is no youth in winter's storm
Old and grey each bleak day, so forlorn.
Give us the source of spring, its youth
We all sing gaily each day in its truth.
Leaping into summer an azure sky
Teaches us all to not ask why.
Let the fall throw out her leaves
Back into approaching gloom.
Seasons confound, always around
Influencing moods as they are upside-down.
Friday, February 26, 2021