Granby Drummer (https://granbydrummer.com/category/the-arts/verse/)
With the snow, ice, cold temperatures and strong winds,
winter’s power seems relentless and spring so far away.
On the houses the Christmas lights shine brightly into the dark night.
The air feels cold, and snow flurries drift quietly by.
How blessed we are to have a warm home
and friends and family to share this day of Thanksgiving.
We are rich in things that truly matter.
Red leaves, orange pumpkins, and bittersweet vines.
Do you cry when the leaves fall?
Glorious summer days,
sunshine all around.
Beautiful summer nights,
fireworks abound.
In the park June greets us with her roses.
Their beautiful colors and sweet scents give us Hope and Peace.
Sticks, leafless and devoid of life, turn into the overflowing, yellow glory of the forsythia.
When did it happen? I surely don’t know
But honestly it distresses me so.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Certainly no one that looks like me!
The winter snow, slippery ice, bitter cold temperatures, and wind chills are gone.
