Winter's Bane

It's cold outside and the trees are bare.
Wind is rustling through my hair.

My eyes sting and my ears feel numb.
I think to myself, "Will spring ever come?"

The laughter of children has gone away.
No longer do they come out to play.

The merciless weather shows no remorse.
We are forced to allow it to run its course.

I long for the days of peace and sun
When I was free to relax and have fun.

Although holidays and snowmen are a temporary bliss,
To be always summer is my ultimate wish.

Copyright © 2000 by Shana Wilson

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