The Best Time Of The Year Poem by Della Hodgson James

Dear wide and beautiful world
  You look so neat and gay,
I wonder why you celebrate
  The summer's going away.
While we regret it's going
  Perhaps it is better so,
We know that it will come again
  With all it's pomp and show.

Then we'll appreciate it all the more
  With all it's wealth and beauty,
We know that nature planned it so
  And it must do it's duty.

Some say that winter is so dull
  So very dark and drear,
Yet, I appreciate it all
  That rest-time of the year.

And when the time is closing in
  For the passing of the old year,
World, your dress is dark and gray
  As for a funeral drear.

But when the new year comes to us
  In all it's infancy,
You are the first to give it aid
  World, you are as busy as can be.

Dressed in a white cap and apron
  Like a nurse's uniform,
You get right down to business, world
  And the wee year, you adorn.

And then in just a few short months
  How beautiful all appears,
I think we should appreciate more
  The rest-time, of the year.