Once
and never again
is never enough.
But it’s all I can give –
it’s all that I’ve got.
Take what is here,
or not at all:
I offer it
once.
Only once.
And never again.
Dark and dreary deep of winter
feeds our need for feast of light;
Old Man Winter a while yet lingers,
but soon he is softened by summer’s herald.
The weeks of waiting rewarded well
with warming winds and winter’s end.
The foe of frost is found this eve
in silent vigil for sun’s return.