~

it snows in the mountains

it sleets on the plains

 

down to the coastlines

it all turns to rain

 

winter befalls us

cold   hard   and   fast

 

and memory serves us

conserves us at best

 

by knowing that spring

renews us at last

 

relief would then tell us

when winter has passed

~

and so goes this circle

the cycle the same

 

that which abides us

betides us again

 

snow falls on mountains

sleet on the plains

 

the circle recycles

through different men

 

if mother had told me

thus would be so

 

I should not have passed life

so fast   but then slow

 

I could have know cycles

and circles – I know!

 

but so much for short life

past that   I can’t go

~

 

 

©2014, Marvin Welborn

25 February 2014. Revised 21 March 2014.