My summer friends sit on the porch
And whisper of the times
When first in April they were hung
And soft winds stirred their chimes

Till frost one morning stopped to say
That winter’s coming by
Whose breezes soon will blizzards bring
With snow drifts piled high

So I went out to take them down
And safely store till spring
Where they in silent shadows wait
God’s melodies to sing

Summer Friends by Peter Caligiuri
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