Solace of Seasons

Cold winter finds no word of condolence.I laid my grief where pastures bright in springBore panacea, with young life whispering;I laid my grief in summer by the sideOf a deep sea that brought a healing tide;When autumn came, I laid it in a cloud;The strong wind bore it in that balmy shroud:Cold winter finds no word of condolence.

When skies above are bleak, I will not care;A flame I'll kindle for my chill despair,A flame within my heart, for condolence.