Wait!
What snow is this
That lays today,
Upon my snowy land.
You’ve come to steal my Spring
You have,
With your blustery frozen hand!
You’ve had your fun,
Now along you run.
Bring back my sun,
The birds must sing,
The bees must sting,
Seeds been sown
The plants must grow,
Be on your way
My blustery friend
s!
Author’s Note: There is a season for everyone. Everyone traipses thru every season. The game is life from beginning to end. To paraphrase Bobby Darin, “Life is the name of the game, and each generation, plays the game the same.” Of course some seasons for some people are different in length. For some the seasons come all at once all together. But just as Spring springs; Winter is inevitable. What’s your season? What season do you think you’re in? What’s been your favorite season? Does Winter give you pause? I’ve written a dozen poems about life’s seasons.
tom tenbrunsel
Carl Sandburg Writer 2023
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