The temperature dropped,
The fog took leave.
The rain began then turned to ice,
Leaving us to welcome the day
While rows of ice drops on branches did lay.
Each droplet sparkling as though the sun were there,
With a ray of hope
That although the weather was damp and gray
The light was there to guide the way.
Then once again the air did warm, the ice took leave
and fog rolled in to takes it’s hold on the hour of dusk.
So now we must,
Turn in for night and hope,
That clouds will unleash not rain or ice,
But flakes of white
To blanket the earth
And brighten each life.
copyright Robyn Graham