Winter Kill Poem by James Gibbons

My lovely young ones Fill me with deepest joy Dressed in your treasured dresses I stop and visit Each day without fail Stop and chat, to visit With my lovely children You speak to me Of your exuberance, Fitted into every bloom With honey enough To please the buzzing crowd But only for eyes that perceive receive your true purpose Nourished by nature herself By mother sun and father rain Grow with bloom and fragrant blossom Oh my children Come to me Before the winter kill