Spring chased old man winter from his place
And silenced him with her capricious face.
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a smile;
She would beguile
My lazy feet
To dance in some leafy bowered retreat.
Then dreamy delightful summer flies
And looks at me with laughing eyes
She draws me to her clover fields
Then my heart yields
To her winsome wooing
And her siren song is my undoing.
One day I saw the sudden flare
Of autumn's windblown crimson hair;
She stirred the whispering leaves and then
I felt again
A yearning glo
Of years remembered long ago
And I lived the dream I never knew
Of lost memories and my love for you.
Elizabeth went through a period of darkness from memory loss after retiring. It finally ended and living was possible again. Finding poetry of the masters enticed her to write and she feels this was part of her healing process.