When Summer Packs Her Bags

Summer packed up all her bags
And like a bird, took off in flight 
In cloak so grand her foe has come
Sparkling, bathed in moon’s soft light. 

All nature in her frigid breast
She enfolds throughout her reign
As with unrelenting hand 
The meadows, hills, and glens she claims.  

Some think that she is cruel 
And her coming always dread 
For bitter are the winds she blows 
And nature all around seems dead.

Yet every season has its charm
In each we find delight
Golden winds and flowered fields
Pines dressed up in gowns of white. 

Life has its seasons too
Each with things both nice and good 
And a purpose that in time 
Will be seen and understood. 

Sometimes we are like trees
That need the winter’s chill and rest
To grow their buds and fruit come spring
And prepare to give their best. 

But soon from winter’s icy grip 
They all will be set free at last
Hibernal song seems not to end 
But this winter too shall pass.

Know that it is but a season 
That for a time you must withstand 
To bloom and grow and also feel
The warm embrace of spring again.  

So when those winds your heart assail
And frost to all its edges clings
Remember when you’re feeling down
For every winter there’s a spring.

Yusita

~ "Change the world with your pen. Touch souls with your words, and awaken cold, slumbering hearts with the warm, powerful rays of poetry." -Yusita

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