Winter's Slight Sting

When the nights seem to take forever and,

When winter cold remember one thing.

Something said by a wise old man,

Each step we take brings us closer to spring.

 

Words that were uttered just eight years ago,

Echoing on like a ghost from the past.

However the old man will never know,

For shortly after they said that he passed.

 

Though I learned a lot from his humble words,

About patience and the passage of time.

Waiting once more those red breasted birds,

And a joyous season that’s so sublime.

 

I know winter’s sting is slight and small,

When compared to spring, the summer and fall.

 

01/02/2018