Mr. Winter
There’s something magical
When snowflakes dance,
When time is frozen
In winter’s trance.
Like a warm blanket
Snow covers the ground,
And not even silence
Makes a single sound.
Diamonds of ice
Sparkle the scene,
Enhancing winter’s treasure
With the sun’s golden beam.
The world disappears
Beneath a blizzard of white,
And the hardship of survival
Is nature’s only fight.
Strong shelters rattle
As fierce winds blow,
And nothing moves
In the blinding snow.
Mr. Winter bites harshly
But arrives for a reason,
Buried beneath the snow
Lies the birth of a new season.
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2008
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