Changing of the Seasons

WINTER

Not entirely free

Feel its shackles holding on to me

It has left its mark!

Deep scars in my heart

Spring has arrived

Halting and slow

There again will be grass

For me to mow.

The sun will shine

The air will warm

We’ll see gentle breezes

And hay fever sneezes

 

Another July 4th parade,

I will doze in the shade.

Fond dreams begotten,

Winter nearly forgotten!

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