With cold above but warmth below
When rain doth follow all that snow
Where does the water have to go?
Lake Resch
At willows base below the mound
When skies are dark and storms abound
There is a spot where can be found
Much liquid pooling on the ground
Lake Resch
If this were Summer Spring or Fall
No touch of rain would hurt at all
But with white walls of snow so tall
The deposit left we have to call
Lake Resch
Some warmer weather comes to tease
With leafless trees in gentle breeze
But cold returns to chill and freeze
And lo so truly my eye sees
Lake Resch
Perhaps we'll move so far away
To temperate climes and live one day
Where wintry skies are blue not gray
What would be missed? I'd have to say
Lake Resch
