I have forgotten winter’s cold
Can I forget that I am old?
If I can pass through hail and ice
And freezing winds not nice
And temperatures far below
Then how far up can I go?
If fiercest winds and dismal skies
Are swift forgotten when sun shines,
Then surely my encroaching age
Like words upon a page
Can turn over a new leaf
And bring to my furrows swift relief.
Can old age be forgotten in a trice
With joyous laughter, all things nice
When by the grace of gentle spring
I see blue skies again and sing.
Caroline Baldock ©Spring 2011