No-one knows what lies around the corner,
what storms will come,
or when they will pass.
Meanwhile we wait once more
for the sunshine to breakthrough
though winters harsh blast
is relentless in attack
returning to torture us
when we thought that springs victory was secure.
Until then we will dream of
warmer days
and signs of change
and a time when winters harshness
is just a memory.
I'm with J., Rose. Don't shoot and drive--especially around a curve in weather like this. Wonderful capture though. I really like it, and the poem too.
Thanks! :) Rest assured I am not the driver - I don't drive! :D