Winter Dream

At the present we look at winter, as i drove through oak creek canyon,

I notice that the trees were naked, the leaves that clothed them thru the seasons, that made the beauty and the splendor, of the life that set in the beauty of the red stone,

All I saw was what seemed like death, the trees with out there clothes, I stop to take a walk, to see what I could ponder,

I saw the lack of life, The grass was tan and dry, it reminded me of my own life, and the seasons that we face. the pain that we feel, as the winter closes in. the life that seems like death.

the limbs that are so barren are like the love that once was in are life, we see the love of spring and the blossoms that begin with sweet caress,

The life that once was wanting is now fulfilled with sweet bliss. Then almost like summer heat begins to bake the love that we once caressed,

and now almost like seasons we find that we can't prevail, for life is like a season, and fall is but see that as life begins to fade away will our love with stand the cold.

for few attain the victory over life's seasons that befall. for in the time of winter, when the sun shines at the lease we feel the cold of life, but who shall prevail.

for in the dead of winter, I lost my favorite love. I look towards the spring that comes to see if life will bud. my i find true love this spring. or will i find arid deserts,

that I must face to see if i make. I hope to find the rain of life that will bring me fertile blooms. that I my show the world that I to my find a love.

but till the time I find my love, I shall spend my time in winter.

by Wayne Wissinger