The pitter patter of rain drops
falling on a cold winter night
reminds me that winter is still here.
For a while winter departed
returning with a vengeance.
Cold and rain ~ mark the season
the flowers are gone with the breezes.
Spare and cold marks this time
from the barrenness of the trees
to the flowerless shrubs
as winter ruthlessly flexes its muscles.
Coming ever so late this time
winter rushes through time.
Rushing past in a whirlwind of rain
that marks the season’s pain.
Nature’s beautiful colors of autumn
are gone now.
torn asunder by the fierceness of winter
But even though all is stark and bare
the memories of a warmer and gentler time remain.
© 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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