Summer Mourned

In coldness of a winter's night,
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way
Remembering a summer's day.

A day when flowers bloomed with pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered, "The easy times will stay".

But loveliest of days don't last,
Too soon the verdant beauty's past
And like our lives and loves in pain
We doubt the lushness comes again.

So come my love and walk with me:
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around;
Last Summer's love can be re-found.

By Joyce 12/26/03