Tomorrow Comes
Where are the swallows gone, southern breeze?
Doth flower die?
Tears flow on those below,
Winds of winter freeze,
Stormy skies so overcast
Arrive and greet tomorrow;
Sunny skies
Hide your bleak storminess,
Smile and breathe upon us soon,
Spring comes for the
Awake and brings brightness.
Blooms, blooms in the garden,
Fresh lawn so green,
Curses many,
Drought,
Love and blessings,
Flowers perfumed in fondness
Under the shady tree,
Tomorrow comes in splendour.
© Yvonne Matheson
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