Some Little Thoughts

Oh, Winter! I have had my fill
Of your cold and blustery weather.
It is time for you to relax your grip
And permit the warm winds to blow
Driving away the snow: The end of this frigid season.
Allow the sun to shine to sooth my aching heart and
Once again, the flowers will break through the hardened ground,
And colour will return to my garden without as much as one little sound.  

White was your colour these past cold months,
Enveloping all under your cloak of ice and snow.
But, now, relax your grip and from beneath the sod,
Hidden from my sight since your coming, life comes anew:
Bulbs explode with shoots of red and blue – the promise of the morrow.
The beauties of Nature as it were ordained by the Creator.
Life! Awaken! Return to my garden! The time
Has come for winter to say, adieu, until the forming of my autumnal rhyme. 

So easy, it is for me to entreat you to leave
To let your cousin season take your place.
Pity is it not that man cannot, in harmony, persuade
His fellows to come to the table to break bread
And to sleep in the same bed as all men
And leave behind the hatred of mankind.
For one and all, we are alike, with only skin colour
To separate races and creeds, sister and brother. 

Drink the wine of the season! Cause us to sit down together
To reason that we are all of one family of man.
How can one say that he is better than I, today,
Tomorrow or yesterday? For in truth, we are alike
Save for prejudices that blinds sight.
The spring comes and winter’s grip is gone.
Children break out in song and long for a romp: Music to my old ears;
And I recall my youth; then, water down my cheeks: My tears.