Repose The day dawns desolate and gray. The suns summers rays have slipped their bonds of servitude and relinquished their rein over the season and the day Longing for the warmth of that summer sun when I realized that now is the time, but the time has past, and is yet to come. Cold winter rain beats the golden leaves from the austere trees leaving them bare and grave. A repose for the season of strength, and a nurturing of earth from discarded leaves Rest dear Earth and regain your strength Drink the cold winter rain and feed from decay We will meet in a field of green and I will bathe in the radiance of the sun And we will know that it is summer once again
