The Wisdom of Winter
Oh, the memories of Spring
much more the sweeter grow,
when you are at Autumn’s end
and faced with Winter’s snow.
Oh, the new and budding things
that make for Spring’s delight,
fast mature in Summer’s day
to fade in Autumn’s night.
Oh, that it was Spring again,
life pulsating anew;
hope dancing in its gentle breeze
and promise in its dew!
Oh, that it was Spring again,
I’d more the wiser be,
and linger longer on its path
of sweet simplicity!
But, one cannot be wise in Spring-
for it’s a time to dream;
and only Winter sees the truth
of every season’s scheme.
May 28, 2015
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