Carpe Diem

by Lauraine Alberetti Lombara

No sparkling glass along the shore,

Gray clouds have shuttered sun behind its doors.

Trees stripped bare to branches brown...forsaken,

Against the granite rocks aground.

For now, we play a waiting game;

The sun peaks out and is gone again.

Till April’s Spring arrives,

The Ides of March will have their prize.

Then crocus and tulip bulbs will flower

As Mother Nature shows her power.

The cycle of her might continues...tides, sun, moon.

Another year once more...too soon, too soon.