Winter
Gracefully she accepts the scepter from the season past
Winter turns her head and with a steady, unhurried pace
Covers the earth with diamonds and her velvet gown
Then happily decorates the barren trees with ivory lace
In her heart she knows her reign will be a measured thing
In time the scepter will pass again and the bough will green
But now she rules while the land rests and gathers strength
Her time, a biding time, in its vast quietude a sleep serene
1/4/15
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
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