Summer Mourned
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer's day.
A day when flowers bloomed in pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered "The easy times will stay".
But loveliest of days don't last ,
Too soon the verdant beauty's past
And with our lives and loves in pain,
We doubt the lushness comes again.
Come, come, my love and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love can be refound.
We'll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil's winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through,
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day,
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so a true love can restart.
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