Winter's Shadows
Why does a winter day
often cast
Upon its grey streets
thoughts of the past
Sunshine, we gaily thought
would never fade
Laughter and lightness,
promises made
Why does life often
take a wrong turn
Why does it take
a lifetime to learn
Endings are, at their best,
always sad
Goodbyes are the worst:
incurably bad
I realize Spring's flowers
are very near
Robins will fly in with
new songs to hear
But in Winter's shadows
our memory hides
And in its stark echos
sadness abides
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