I Saw The Wood In Winter

By John I. Blair

I saw the wood in winter.
Death hovered all around.
Cold snow dragged down the branches
And covered up the ground.

I saw the wood in springtime.
Its flowers beguiled my eyes.
Bright songbirds trilled in treetops;
In every glade, surprise.

I saw the wood in summer.
The leaves were full and green,
Plenteous the provender,
Paradise the scene.

Now autumn is upon me
And heavy hangs the fruit.
I’ll sample the remainder
Then don my winter coat.

©2004 John I. Blair