Winter, with its cold north blizzards

Often seems so bleak and drear,

And we wait for days of sunshine

When the snow will disappear.

In springtime when the sky is clear,

The days are warm and fair,

Our spirits are then jubilant,

And laughter fills the air.

The warm fresh breeze of springtime

Makes Yah seem so very near;

When the earth is resurrecting,

Life seems precious and so dear.

Mildred Eslick Garner

January 1996