ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER
The black and white of winter’s cold, seems lost in longer days,
The palette is monotonous, surrounded with a haze,
Gone are the days of shades of green, of life’s pure breath of life,
No luscious hues of red and gold. to take away our strife.
The glorious pigmentation, the blooms that fill each day,
Are buried in a quilt of snow, they all have passed away,
I long to see them grow again, and push to fullest heights,
To smell the fragrance they exude, to fill the summer nights.
Though summer seems so far away, I still can fill my dreams,
Hues so intense and exquisite, invade in brilliant streams,
They fill my head with pleasure sweet and conquer winter blues,
For spring will have to wait a while as winter pays its dues.