Untitled Poem by Simon Jackson

When the snow thaws
And the icy cracks in the road form rivers
It carries away the hopes and dreams
Of the children once engrossed
In powdery play, capped and gloved,
Fingers and toes sheltered from numbing gales
That halt the festivities gay.

Run now until the end of spring!
Head towards the plains,
Winter's frost has used up all the hay
And the fields are wanting
Those nourishing waters to feed for a day.
The spring time green is due its place
And all will heal by natures grace.

The sun will come and go in its waltz with the moon
Just as joy plays its hide and seek with gloom.