Winter
The grass now brown, the leaves are shed
You'd almost think, the poor tree's dead
Beneath the trees, dead leaves abound
Some red, some yellow, but mostly brown
The waning moon this eerie night
Causes scary shapes that could cause fright
Beware the ugly leaden sky
The branches bend, I wonder why?
The coming days you'll be aware
The snowflakes will swirl, without a care
Icicles will grow by day or night
The wind will blow with all its might
Snowflakes will fly and cover the ground
A mantle of white will show all around
Children with sleds will be happy in fun
But you'll rue the day, you lost the sun
In months to come the grass will green
The sun will appear, for months quite unseen
Its pleasant rays now warm the earth
In preparation for a magnificent birth
Old Mother Nature, as true as her word
Will magically produce a small chirping bird
The bird's quiet chirping will ultimately say
I bring you a harbinger, of a most glorious day
The buds of the Crocus through snow now appear
Signaling to all, spring is quite near
The winds will subside, the snow melts away
The warming sun will again rule our day
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2020
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