Summer has gone and fall is fading fast.

The joys of the sun are giving way to the

Cold of the coming winter.

There are moments when I fear what may come.                                                                              

 

Instead of blossoms in full bloom will be

Barren stalks,

Bearing memory of beauty past.

Instead of trees of red and gold will be

Branches bare and cold.

The ice and snow will blanket the remains of what is left,

And the land will be bare,

And alone.

 

I know, however, winter is not always so.

Among the fields of white, life will still survive.

Birds willl sing and and fox will play.

 

And just beyond the frosty days lie days of

Birth and bloom.

The sun will rise, kiss away the tears of snow,

And begin to live once more.

 

That, my friend, was beautiful.

Sping is coming, though far away
No longer will night be longer than day
But weather the cold first you must
To feel the warmth, to enjoy the dusk
Alive thing are, but once more will be
Rivers of beauty, new joys to see
Though far away it still may seem
God still works, his hand is seen
Spring is coming, though far away
Just toil till then, just wait for May

I know I'm still no good at writing poetry but I'll always try for a friend. I know how you feel. But (as long as I'm not reading to far into thes poem of yours) God knows his purpose and his plan for us, trust in Him and you'll have no trouble weathing the winter, thought it may not be fun and you'll probably get cold. But don't worry spring is coming as fast as winter did. And you'll be stronger for it, Katy I'm praying for you.