For Sandra (sonnet)

Frozen trees stand steady in the cold;
Leaves having fallen now so long ago
No light breeze moves them- now they neither catch
Light from the sun nor any winds that blow.
The memory of Summer still remains,
Which we must love and still may hold so dear,
And even Fall persists, live in our minds,
When futures are uncertain though so near.
But Winter must come also, when in cold
The whole world we can see must hold its breath,
And naked trees, shorn of all signs of life,
Are living still though they may look like death.
Accepting change requires discipline,
But harsh winds blow the gentler season in.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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