By Jane B. Howard
Vero Beach Branch

Oh wonderful years — time presses on.
What happened to those
Slow, green days of summer
When we loved and laughed together?
Such sweetness and tenderness
Never captured again —
Like a white knight
Galloping his silver steed
Through a field of daisies,
Crushing their beauty
But for a nobler cause.
Now the climate has changed
And the cold wind blows
And many a dreary day goes by
With none of the hint of summer past.
Then out of the cold
Comes a frozen teardrop
And one can only remember
Those other times,
Those other years
When the soft downy green of spring
Melted away the ice
And the warm glow of a heart
Still sweet and true
Sang through.
Now the hope is that
Maybe one day somewhere
That passion still cold
Will reverberate into a wild tumult
In all its glory and again beat
With a vibrant fire
And we shall know that winter
Cold and aboding,
Was but a stage
And that it gently slips away
Into golden mellowness never to return.
Oh, love make it so!