WINTER SLUMBER

Hallows Eve to Candlemas the sun now turning south,alas; November sombre,December dark, January,February cold and stark. Catkins litter the forest floor, beeches shed their leaves galore Gales melange the mix decay brings nature's bionomics Hexagon pointed stars move and shift to patterned powdered drifts Rain filled days of slush and muck webs on shards of gossamer stuck Twilight months in winter shade 'til the snowdrops matamorphise in the glade the tiles dusted with snow trickle down rivulets fill the rain butt winter blankets upon the dark earth snow falls icy blue