Seasons
Icy fingers of silver and blue
Make my aged body shiver and shake
I pray for springtime anew
Warm breezes release me from my frozen prison
Sunlight is a welcome radiant friend
Fragrant aromas arrise from the earth
And the skies fill with birds who ready for birth
Then the time for oppressive heat does arrive
Feels like hell but I am alive
Sweat pours from my body
Like a hydrant for fire
Soon leaves start to fall
Beauty surrounds me
In colors of red green and gold
But I start to shiver anew
Icy fingers of silver and blue
Are knocking at my door
Please begone Old Jack Frost!
With your cold grasp on my body and mind
Your not wanted in this neck of the woods
So begone!
Don't knock to peddle your basket of goods.
poem by John Shea
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