I linger by the window pane
Where Summer memories remain,
And high above the fallen snow
Bright silken flowers seem to grow.
I reminisce of Spring's sweet song
And for her vibrant beauty long,
I miss the fragrance of the rose
And velvet grass between my toes.
But soon I'll hear the songbird's trill
For it has always been God's Will
That Winter shall give way to Spring
and all the joys that it can bring.
~ Catherine Janssen Irwin
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