Claire V. Bogdanos

There’s a layer of frost upon the ground

A more glistening sight can ne’er be found

See how the light and the shadows collect

Mother Nature’s efforts, I do suspect.

There’s the feeling of snow now in the air

To promise us all it soon will be there

Oh for those days when the time used to be

We were all young and our freedom was free.

When life was a joy and so full of zest

Before we’d begun our own lifetime’s quest

As dew on the rose accompanied dawn

The birds begin singing come early morn.

God was right there when we opened our eyes

Depend upon Him, He offers the prize

For life without faith is no life at all

I’d rather be dust than miss His last call !