MR. WINTER

The little flowers that come in May,

That Mr. Winter can’t see,

O the cold that makes us ache!

The beauty, the beauty that you take,

But spring waits with its delight

As unto the dew that falls at night:

Locked in your dormant stage

While time turns another page.

 

The cold ground that wraps your feet,

But soon winter will be complete,

Ice lingers on pond and brook –

But it was our beauty you took,

And soon we will find,

That winter is never kind:

The little flowers that come in May,

Soon you’ll have your say,

And put Mr. Winter on his way!

 

Thomas Theophilus© February 6, 2025