Winter Feels Like Scorn

Winter feels like scorn

Spring a distant legend

By the fire I shall warm

Until brighter suns do beckon

If none come

It’s the end I reckon

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Summer A Boon

Summer a boon

Before you go

A warm wind

A late sunset

A last flower

A blue sky

My mind distracted

By comfort

Instead of cold

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014