Winter’s Beat

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I remember the ice cold sting
Of January nights,
That hazy, hollow ring
Around the moonlight.
I remember the frozen grass
From the morning dew,
Begging for time to pass
To return to green hue.
I remember the snowfall
In February days,
Being over it all
With the winter ways.

But I now know the summer’s heat,
And pray to return to winter’s beat.