Snow is blowing once again
Spewing doubt of whether
A heart will beat and families meet
In this world or after.
Sadness is a trait
Carried on an atmosphere
That makes us feel so small
Full of heartache, heartache
Is what we feel us all.
Thru the cold may we flourish
Someday in the warmth
Of sunshine of the sun
Share laughter with family
And all friends
No sorrows or past regrets
Just pleasure at its best.
So, may snow blow love
Far into spring
Caressing thru a summer
That’s falling into fall.
Thats, that’s what we hope for
Even have the nerve to request
Oh yes, that would be the best
For us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014