“Big Wheel Keeps on Turning”

O! winter cold
your howling shivered
our bones

Your voice echoed
harshly with a frigid
wind

You thieved the lovely rose
fallen to frost it suffered
death by ice

But, o! my sharp-
nailed one, Summer
has returned

The roses are in bloom
brilliantly daring
They, too, have pointy nails

Bend closely to them
nodding in the wind
and listen

to them whispering
so,
where are the winter snows

 

 

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