A Winter Walk
A Winter Walk
It was Springtime I remember
When first our walk began,
A widen’d forest path
Amid a sea of April green,
Our love a newly blushing bloom,
Our youth so filled with dreams.
So short would be that time
Before the sun-hot days of Summer
Would shimmer the noise-filled air
Along the distant roads we went,
While busy lives hurried our years
From youth to middle-age.
Fall had come with Summer's end,
A sudden chill and longer nights
That turn’d our leaves of Spring
From their greenest green
To die a death of orange and red
Beneath our slowing steps.
Beneath our slowing steps.
And now a cold and Winter white
Has come to cloak the trees
That once were young and green
That once were young and green
That April Spring so long ago;
Our dreams of Spring
But a memory now
That lies beneath December's snow.
And as the Winter white now waits
Our passing to a season not yet here,
Like the music of a poem
A wish still sings
Among our final dreams...
To see again those leaves of April green;
To find again another Spring.
Photographer Unknown
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