Call it winter or call it summer’s rest

by Doris Evans

Snow falls all over the world;
Nature is dying,
no flowers, no leaves, not grass to see.

I can hear no wind, no rain,
I only feel the emptiness of snow
going down to earth,
covering anything down on its way.
quiet and calm, without a cry.

Call it winter or call it summer’s rest,
but feel the pain of saying goodbye.
Good-bye to summer, sun and joy.

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