Around this snowy bend

| 23 Apr 2018 | 12:02

I hear the song of summer

Around this snowy bend,

Where the cold wind will stop blowing

And the sunshine will not end.

A rainbow splash of color

Will paint the blinding white

And the echo of woodland whispers

Will fill the gentle night.

The soft and tender mercies

Will take us under wing,

If we can just survive this season

That winter has named spring!

Barbara Lea Sauvé, Sussex NJ