Spring-Time Rite of Winter's Passing

A Spring-Time Rite Of Winter's Passing
by Ken Belanger

When Spring has sprung from Winter's grasp
Leaving only banks of snow-plow trails
Upon the ground in frozen clasps
Lay our boxes for the mail

We venture forth with tools in hand
To resurrect our box and post
All through the year we hope it stands
At least until next Winter's ghost

Our rookie year for all to see
A beautiful box stands tall and proud
But after Winters two and three
T'is enough to have a box unbowed

Year after year this task we tend
And continue on as years abound
Until we meet our very end
Within our own box in the ground