You slipped in through my windows

creating a glimmering jewel in a

necklaced street of indifference,

sweeping the village green, as

it awaits the echo from last years

beating of leather against willow.

I watched you turn the forlorn

frowns of yesterday into smiles

and scatter children upon the snow,

laughing, playing, as weathered masks

cracked...and dropped from view.

You unsung hero of happy faces,

must we wait so long for another visit,

whilst enduring this chill of winter days

after the comfort of summer’s rays.

(c) ZYDHA HART 2006