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Winter Dormancy, Death, and Deliverance
The year long in the tooth, the crops have been gathered; Forests’ autumn cloak lies mostly torn and tattered. Cool fall evenings replaced by the late season gust; Winter steals in as a cold betrayer of trust. Slowly, yet steadily, the mercury recedes; Dormant grass more fortunate than the dying reeds. Geese leave the fields, heading south for another; Water frozen like its terrestrial brother. Then the snow descends upon us in a fury! Sunlight not penetrating skies gray and dreary. Wind-swept snow reshaped like dunes on a beach; The warm allure of summer now seems far from reach. Sub-zero cold arrives with its dangerous bite; Giving pause to travelers, especially at night. Sidewalks and drives shoveled, we seek shelter indoors; Hot chocolate and marshmallows are winter’s s’mores. Month after month we tire of the polar vortex; With sad folks, burst pipes, and winterkill, among its effects. Deer and wildlife who couldn’t escape its icy snare; Lay where they fell, a caution to others who may dare. Inside we hunker down while the sun is just a glint; While outside signs of deliverance give us a hint. Dripping icicles signal water starting to flow; And remind us of the life buried beneath the snow. Ice dropping from trees shows winter melting away; Anglers and kids enjoy final days of ice play. Winter’s part of the cycle of everything; Its waning days beckoning the promise of spring.
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