ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

This poem was written during the middle of a long winter.  During a time when things seem hopeless it’s good to know that tomorrow will come and we will go on with another day.  Some times we have to remind ourselves of that.

The chill of winter won’t let go,

We’re buried in a mound of snow,

Our dreams of spring are just a mist,

The grass must wait to be sun kissed,

Within the soil the creatures squirm,

A fog, a toad a little worm,

They too are weary of the cold,

Where are those glorious fields of gold,

I’m longing for a summer scene,

Where ponds are blue and grass is green,

But still the white monotonous sight,

Holds beauty in its grip so tight,

We moan and groan and we complain,

But when it’s hot we’ll groan again,

We’re never satisfied it seems,

So back to sleep and winter dreams.

The chill of winter won’t let go,

We’re buried in a mound of snow,

Our dreams of spring are just a mist,

The grass must wait to be sun kissed,

Within the soil the creatures squirm,

A fog, a toad a little worm,

They too are weary of the cold,

Where are those glorious fields of gold,

I’m longing for a summer scene,

Where ponds are blue and grass is green,

But still the white monotonous sight,

Holds beauty in its grip so tight,

We moan and groan and we complain,

But when it’s hot we’ll groan again,

We’re never satisfied it seems,

So back to sleep and winter dreams.