Winter

A new day looks like a bride With fields of snow so virgin white That the pristine landscape Should not be raped by footprints In the clear crisp air Nature is everywhere There is no fog or haze To disfigure the beauty in our gaze Icicles please As they hang sparkling from trees Down their side the droplets run Glistening in weak Winter sun It is a Jekyl and Hyde season Changing from storm to lull for no reason Although it brings the ice and sleet It allows Nature to sleep To rejuvenate. To prepare For the frantic activity of a new year. Cold frost returns each night Putting the weak warmth of day to flight We shiver round fires Fighting against the chill Hoping an arrow from Spring’s quiver Will strike Winter’s heart So the once again Life may start As we sing, dance and run In the gentle warmth of Spring’s Sun.