In a Year's Time

Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow

Trudging softly to and fro.

Waiting for the golden glare

Always hidden, never there.

Sweetly “singing in the rain”

Quite a lie, to my disdain.

Sloshing quickly, car to home

Tired time where nothing’s grown.

Now, with life the world’s awake

Withdrawing from the coldest’s take.

No longer lost, the light is shown

To those still soggy from the snow.

Too soon we’re snagged in space between

Don’t suffer here, the grass is green.

For calm is the storm with little change

No chance for ice to show its rage.

Heat by way of thundering herd

To most, to all, this time’s preferred

We sing, we dance, we take a walk

Allow for time to sit and talk.

For far are the days so joyful, long

And soon is the time of harvest’s song.

Dying flowers, browning lawn

Still rising at the crack of dawn.

Suddenly taken, whisked away

Getting smaller every day

Dragging in, no way to halt

And none but cold are at a fault.

Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow

Trudging softly to and fro.

Waiting for the golden glare

Always hidden, never there.