It seems so long since last I saw you here.
Your lush green hues have faded back to brown.
Oh, summer when again will you be near,
Wafting the scent of flowers all around?
Barren winter’s grasp has taken hold,
In naked trees the birds rest silently.
The sun burns weak behind a cloud so bold,
Warm rays a distant memory for me.
And yet the pansies still held onto life.
Even when snow and slush with harshness fell,
Under an icy blanket did they fight
To once again with purple colors yell.
In four short months I’ll bask beneath your glow,
A time I yearn for more than you can know.
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