Winter

We wait for winter's icy fingers
Remembering last winter's snow.
The leaf upon the bough still lingers
As if reluctant to let go.
The collared dove searches for seeds
Carelessly dropped by the smaller fry.
The seagulls circle hopefully
Joining the crows in noisy cry.
A morning of continuous rain.
I sit, imbued with melancholy.
Will it ever be spring again?
One has such a short memory.

I cheer up when the postman comes
With greetings from my absent friends.
To be remembered every year
All gloomy thoughts this now transcends.
I hear from daughters of my friends,
The ones I shall no longer see.
How nice that in their busy lives
They find time to remember me!

Soon we will hear "Carols from Kings"
Remembering our Saviour's birth
And most joyfully we'll sing
Goodwill to men and peace on earth.
We'll thank the Lord for mercies given
And strive to earn our place in Heaven.