WINTER BREEZES

At the brown grass and leaves
I can only stare
A brisk winter breeze
Controls the air

I avert my eyes
I can't bear to see
For that mound of dirt
Over my love shall be

The cloth speaks kindly
he cannot know
How I loved her fondly
How I miss her so

At the brown grass and leaves
I can only stare
A brisk winter breeze
Controls the air

©Copyright February 17, 2002 by Fred B. Baker, II