Winter

Winter In cold, silent night with star filled eyes, Austere Winter ascends her icy throne And sternly rules under polar skies. Sleep dulled hours tread slow with little sound, The barely awakened days too short. Gentle snow blown soft upon the ground. Until spirited Spring usurps the throne And Winter's loss to Summer's profit turns. Then golden leaves by Autumn spirits blown And ancient forest trees bend and groan. Weary Days darken, Nature turns to rest As Winter once again ascends her throne. Barry Stebbings 18/05/2016

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Peggy Sharretts

Date: 6/27/2017 1:10:00 PM

Very lovely. I caught my attention.

Peggy Sharretts

Date: 6/27/2017 1:10:00 PM

Very lovely. It caught my attention.

Barry Stebbings
Date: 6/28/2017 1:38:00 PM

Thank you very much, Peggy. // Barry

Maurice Rigoler

Date: 5/28/2016 4:41:00 PM

Yes, each season rules a year. Love the third stanza. Thank you for reading the Spider. Still not satisfied with it, so will do some editing in the near future. Many thanks for stopping by. / M

Barry Stebbings
Date: 7/2/2017 4:47:00 AM

Thank you for your comments, Maurice. // Barry.

Pashang Salehi

Date: 5/19/2016 11:00:00 PM

I like your winter a lot. Nicely done

Barry Stebbings
Date: 5/20/2016 2:38:00 AM

Thank You, Pashang

Constance La France

Date: 5/18/2016 4:31:00 PM

barry this is really wonderful, I am loving it 7 ~

Barry Stebbings
Date: 5/19/2016 8:11:00 PM

Thank you for reading this piece, Broken Wings, and for the 7. Pleased you enjoyed it.