the year ends
with the
spring’s rise
and soon
we must
leave our roots

the sun
though cheery
the skies
though blue
mark an end
of this year
and the
start of
a new

and older
we get
with each
summer’s rise
and as seeds
we depart
to flightier
skies

the winter white
weather lasted
so long
by cold
and endurance
it made us
all strong

and though
it was a
struggle
it’s a struggle
we’ll miss
as the sun dawns
it is welcome
but it marks
an end
to all this

~ R. Harder