“Gone”
By T.L. Headley
Gone is spring with its wondrous light.
Gone is summer and its endless days.
Gone is fall and all its labor.
Only winter remains….
And days grow short.
The seeds have been planted
The harvest now in …
Thanks have been given.
Now to sleep … and perchance dream
Of springtime love and summer days.
12/27/14
The Mind's Eye 