Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow
Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow
The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.
Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news
as man puts on deep snow boots.
Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas
some ache hard in the waiting.
All year long honey stored up by the honey bees
tis' wisdom in such anticipating.
The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow.
Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015
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