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.


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