Winter Slumber

Winter be but two weeks old and already they lament. No passion seems as strong as their loudest prayer for spring. Spring will come when it will and wake the grasses and willow. Let Natures brief time of slumber last long enough to rest her. The winter be time for beauty to be found on ice etched panes, And bayonets of glass, hanging from every eave to be seen. Winter be found in crystalline air so pure only heroes inhale it. And footsteps crunch like breaking luttuce upon the snowy ground. Beyond winter times will speed and rush their way forward. Spring then Summer and Autumn sprinting to their ultimate ends. Let winter luff her way on tiny frozen feet while fire warms yours. Add another log and settle in for a long nap and a dream.