Ione day there will be no winter flu.
LOOK TO THE SUMMER
As a harbinger of winter blues,
December comes with achy flu's,
Icy hands and bright red nose,
Frosts that bite at lonely toes.
Frozen winds to numb the brain,
Snowy storms that howl in pain,
A time, life is not at its best,
Winter ~ man's severest test.
When hibernation time is over,
How we long to smell the clover,
To bask in rays of sunshine's glow,
And follow every bright rainbow.
For a gentle breeze to waft on air,
And foretell Summer's coming,
Warmth around us everywhere,
To replace winter's numbing.
Bright sunny days to come at last,
And banish storms of winter's blast,
So our tired hearts may be reborn
As we awake each Summer's morn
For to the summer, hearts belong,
As it brings each birds' sweet song,
Rich burgeoning of life brand new,
And God revealed in glory true.
Copyright Sylvia Levallee © (Jan 2000)