Our Summer splendor—so warm, so wide! Dancing to birdsong and sweeping the sky.
‘Til Winter, gray-selfish, refusing reprieve, requires our slumber, and kidnaps our leaves.
To drift. To dream. To imagine a Spring, when all is forgiven and again—we sing!
—written by Walker Christian (c) 2016
(This poem was originally published on 120716 in Issue 3 of the EBG Newsletter.)