Winter Gone

"Winter Gone" Of winter gone I'd rather write, Than that which slows river's flow. Of butterfly or sun so bright, Rather than of sparkling snow. But come to think as oft I do, Winter winds charm the frost. Sky of day so brightest blue, Adrift in snow all time is lost. So now I'll think of summer heat, I'll write of green and flower sheen. Not of ice nor of sleet, Nor of winter's feast so lean. Frozen land or ice bound lake, Not which holds my thought. For in bright sun I now bake, This day will of me martyr make. SeaWolf ©