In Green Springtime
by Harold Grebunski (Dale Neibaur)
In green Springtime, giddy,
I gardened foolishly, for
Who could fear famine in such a
Feaste of New?
In gold Summer, repentant,
I weeded manfully, and
Thought destruction creation, for
Everything Grew.
In red Autumn, exultant,
I stretch forth my arm
And grasp my sickle,
I reap and I hew.
And is this all the harvest?
For this all the labor?
In white Winter I shall rest
Til my meagre fire expires
In Silence.