The gift of "Old Man Winter"

Written by: Jane Bowen

He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~

Alerting those...
           ...napping numb spirits
With his icy mantra of sickles and cold
Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold
Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold

A frothy iced message 
                    ...with wisdom to acquire
...conjuring those with a hidden desire
Here he laughs 
            ...taunting from within
Old Man Winter is relieved again~

As our spent energies are woken
He does not speak...
              ...but has already spoken

His gift...a dormant spectacle found
As winter coats 
                    ....our frosted ground
More time now 
                  .....with winter so cold
Kept indoors
                 ....to ponder wonders untold~