Winter chill is slipping slowly away
For only Frost left a goodbye letter
The sun will rise but faster each day
Yes, things will look up for the better
Birds begin to sing a soft sweet chorus
Please, never forget to count your blessings
Torrents of joy will come swiftly for us
I will not wait long or keep you guessing
The earth has put on a showing of green
Patience, my darling, I’ll give you my love
Soft rolling meadows are a tranquil scene
Listen for comfort, the coo of a dove
Yes, days are cut short, our life but a song
Have peace, my dearest, I won’t be too long
Study of Shakespeare, 1/26/2007
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