WAYNE GAGNON

Artist and Poet

Her Winter

Wayne Gagnon - Her Winter

“Her Winter”

by Wayne Gagnon

Where are all her pretty flowers?
Her winter is so brown.
With ebb and flow of brilliant hues…
…the ebb will drag her down.

Where are all her summer days?
Her winter hordes them so.
Summer days are always fast…
…while winter days are slow.

Where are all her crystal lakes?
Her winter locks them tight.
Waiting for the vernal warmth…
…she pines them through the night.

Where are all her mourning doves?
Her winter sent them forth.
Cold and quiet morning tea…
…await their journey north.

Where are all her pretty flowers?
Her winter is so gray.
Waiting for those brilliant hues…
…throughout each short, dark day.

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