From Winter's Losses comes Spring's Gains

As hibernating animals start to feel the pain

Of muscles now active, which had been lame

And bones which creaked with cold now claim

New aggravations of blisters, cuts and same

As fresh tasks are taken on in pursuit of fame



Perhaps to be the one with the cleanest yard 

Or to be known as the one who most works hard

To be seen as the neighbor who shines the best

At those chores of drudgery which some do less

For some things at which we care the very most

Are not prettying in quite the same way of boast



Tasks undertaken by ones who prioritize pleasure

Must be seen by others so by another good measure

We all have little things we value above all else

To some it's beauty without, for they can sell

A package from head to toes which they do own

But others who are not so well blessed moan

In delights of another beauty which is shown

In words of grace and passion imparted alone



From a little soapbox upon which they do perch

As they give their oratory in floods as they search

For wonderful loving warm caring passionate minds

Who can respond with like feelings they can find

From deep within, as they go about their lives

And yet not be swayed by others who thrive



On churning the waters in which they thrash

As they seek desperately to avenge and lash

Out - with words of spite and slander vile

As they miss the boat by more than a mile

For they see only their direct intent

And miss the overall picture Heaven sent



- Tristram