It was
a nonsense time.
A time when
hope and opportunity
failed to mesh;
a time when
chance and comfort
came afresh.
And took what little pleasure
piqued my life
and turned it round,
at such a time
when summer had no end
and winter came with snow
and was a friend.

Where is it now?
Now with my hopes
and aspirations
turned to dust?
What sense is there now that
the buds have sprung
their open traps;
that trees have now released
their rich green sap;
thus striving to revive
that withered frame
with fruit and wild flowers
and perpetual peace.