The Snow Comes

The snow comes 
It does blow 
Winter’s breath is cold 
Cold

Cold

In the spring 
Blizzards are forgotten 
With the dawning of warmth 
And
The beauty 
Growing flowers bring 

Melting into summer 
Hot, humid 
Splashing in warm water 
Watching waves wash
To and fro 

Fall doesn’t matter 
For it seems dying
Is
The main thing 

But

Really nothing dies 
Only preparing
For a long hibernation 
That winter winds
Will
Soon bring. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021