Don't wish for Spring before it's time, Thinking all will then be fine. Time moves swiftly on its own, Life flies by all alone. Don't hope that it will faster fly, Or it may listen, and then you die. ----Saffron
I wrote this poem March 5, 1992. Boy, my life hasn't changed much it seems. I still dwell on the winter weather, trying to survive it and it's hardships. This only makes me realize I still have over month of real winter here on the mountain. I have to deal with it as best I can.