winter always changes into spring

in winter most will long for long-gone spring,
as snow white beards and sickness drain on life,
yet winter always changes into spring

when budding, from which scents of freshness spring,
bursts forth in colored lushness, breathing life
in winter most will long for long-gone spring,

in longing for that loving, long-lost thing
we mourn as gone, a passed up part of life,
yet winter always changes into spring

we may not be around to view such thing
our winter may be cut down with a Knife,
in winter most will long for long-gone spring,

yet whether we endure and close the ring
or lose it all as one departs a wife
yet winter always changes into spring

it all snaps back, as an elastic string
continuing the waves of ease and strife
in winter most will long for long-gone spring,
yet winter always changes into spring

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos