Four Rights

Still is the year now to come,

as winter chills out the way,

with rushing waters that flow,

I look on towards the next day.

Passionate spring jumps to mind,

love,life and freedom in the air,

but colds of winter hang on,

this winter without a care.

The heat of the summer nights,

and sandy waters on shore,

push pass the lenght of day,

now winters a hallow core.

Autums rust in full bloom,

long sleep ahead for gods pets,

cold winds blow with a sign,

winter is back for its debts.

Ice on the graden of stone,

the year has turned the last bend,

and still is the year now to come...........