Win­ter’s Com­pen­sa­tions

Lennox Herald - - LENNOX VIEW -

As I looked out the win­dow, at the crisp au­tumn day. The fallen leaves upon the ground, said win­ter’s on its way. My gar­den had looked so lovely, the flow­ers a sight to see. The roses and the laven­der,

were as fra­grant as could be. It was sad to say good­bye, to the bees and but­ter­flies,

that vis­ited my gar­den flow­ers,

and to think of their demise.

But sud­denly in front of me, upon my win­dow sill, stood a robin with a breast of red, whistling a lit­tle trill. It was won­der­ful to see him,

I’d be­friended him last year,

my heart leaped up at the sight,

that I al­most shed a tear,

Sud­denly win­ter didn’t look so bad, it had its com­pen­sa­tions, when un­ex­pected friends re­turn,

to make win­ter a cel­e­bra­tion.

Dora Wright, Ar­gyle Street, Alexan­dria

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