"On the eve of the first real Winter blast"

On the eve of the first real winter blast,
I dream of the warmth and peace not long gone,
The time of loafing in the sun, of making pleasures last,
Now only a memory of things, things of which we are so fond

But the change is inevitable, as inexorable as the day follows night
We can only make the best of things as they are,
Take the good along with the bad, yet we
Always know, that Spring is not so far.

“On the eve of the first Winter Blast”

^by
Jerry E Smith
©11/13/2014
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