The seasons come and the seasons go.
Some things change but some things don't
I guess it is not for us the why to know.
Sometimes we change, sometimes we won't

So many of those we love have gone away.
Just faded from our lives like melting snow.
Leaving us but memories, they past our way.
Sharing the gift of life for a while, then they go.

Some days our own lives seem cold and gray.
Winter has impressed it self upon our souls.
We can but wish the snow would go away.
Before the Winter chills us to an early  grave

It is warmth and sunshine that  we need.
Sitting by the fire and drinking  cups of teas.
Watching the flickering fire begin to recede
As we then  re-live our treasured memories.

Then just like a little soldier of the Springtime.
The Crocus grows above the cold hard bed.
Next a shy yellow daffodil peaks out timidly.
Soon you will see it's golden sunny little head.

They were waiting for a signal that I could not see.
Now they are busy springing up over all the yard.
Tidy scattered bunches in groups of two and three.
Even though the ground seems  so cold and hard.

While they sleep peacefully the snow has kept them warm.
A robin with a breast of red hops merrily across the drive.
Seems the snow that chilled my bones, didn't due them harm.
It sends a  signal deep within my soul, that I am still alive. .

Then the joy from within my soul sings a sweet melody.
I have made it to another year so sings the song in me.
God is in His heaven, Mister Sun is high in the sky.
Gone are the clouds of winter gray, above the sky is  blue.

I silently shout "Amen" , for the days are all brand new.