Chilly air is gone from winter’s breeze. It once brought frost but never rendered snow. With nonchalance it rustles through the trees, Making branches sway both to and fro. Cool nights are rare in places such as this, Beset by scorching sun and blazing heat. Tis a treat to feel that polar kiss, Before the springtime air makes it retreat. The closing light of day strains to be seen. It stretches orange arms across the sky. From the twilight one last joy I glean, As another perfect day now says goodbye. My weary brain is granted now some rest From the chores and trials of the week. It now must pass one remaining test, Give this waning season time to speak. O’ winter’s joy is fleeting, such is life! It comes so slowly only to depart. It soothes the mind of all its earthly strife, And though it may be cold, it warms the heart. I spend this evening bidding it farewell But I shall not shed a solitary tear. For if there is a fact I know so well, All that leaves is bound to reappear.
