Willing Winter Away

 Dreaming dreams of Garden-days, Sun-warm kisses on my face, Heaven-dirt between my toes, 

where another summer grows...

From ether vaults mute moments drip

Easing tired tempests from Time’s grip

To past’s eternal deep

For they are frayed and weary-worn

With garments thin and tatter-torn

And it is time to sleep

The poverty of stricken hill

Pines for the laughing daffodil

Where moody winds moan wild

And every tree is like a maid

With arms spread wide to gowns of jade

And nature’s favored child

Somewhere beneath white satin sheen

Begins the stir of evergreen

In Mother Nature’s womb

For she must be delivered of

Those petal-things we dearly love

Of summer-splendid bloom

The kindling of a bandit-breeze

Arouses raindrop revelries

And sassy robin-trill

Where winter reigned, so cold and proud

The color of a kinder cloud

Gentles its stubborn will

© Janet Martin