Winter

As heavy frost settles 'pon the brown hill And floats down to the level, thoughts are stilled Words rise up to nettle but spirits thrill Winter's north breeze meddles_ spring's buds to kill Japanese Magnolia's buds wait until spring's warm rains flood the earth; then sap buds fill. Winter's pause, earth lauds rebirth, and birds' shrill Vexing cold squads stay away and be still At spring's rebirth be awed, winter's cold distill Death where is resurrection's applaud, still Waiting for spring's hallowed birth, rapture's real Transformation follows, one's fate sealed Not part of the poem: There is a powerful difference in having to say something and having something to say!! Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Contest: Interlocking Rhyme Written: January 19,2015 Finis'