Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow

Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep where the river flows winding. Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep cold hardships most are finding. Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues trees shudder in their roots. Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news as man puts on deep snow boots. Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas some ache hard in the waiting. All year long honey stored up by the honey bees tis' wisdom in such anticipating. The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow. Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow. Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015