"Winter's Tear" by David Gill (c) 2015

I will not mourn the Winter's end
snowflakes on their dying breath
for Winter will come 'round again
as if to boast it cheating death
scattered remnants of what was
shoveled high along the path
seeming mountains once stood tall
now victims of sun's burning wrath
No, I will not mourn Winter's end
I shall not miss it's cold embrace
for Winter will come 'round again
to freeze the tear upon my face


"Where there's a Gill, there's a way"