By Yonaton McHugh
May 9, 2018
When all around is green and bliss.
I can remember a time when it was grey.
That's something I willn't miss.
But whether I wish it hadn't happened I can't say.
For I shall remember it until my final day
A biting wind flies and so does a leaf. There is not warmth or life.
From this cold there is no relief. All that's here is misery and strife.
I know what winter brings.
Life lost and love forgotten. A boundary crossed and sustenance rotten.
But with the spring, new things grow. The wooden skeletons grow leaves.
A farmer for the summer doth sow.
With each visit, Winter bereaves. It smothers, freezes, and seizes.
But while it is summer, winter is forgotten.
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