Winter Wave

My cold air and snow fills the land where I loom. Every branch on a tree, every mountain peak around, and even the blue sky I comsume. When I least expect it, a message arrives, one of whichI know from whom. Its filled with natures whispers of springs full bloom They have come to take my place, I know to well this is my impending doom. I have stayed so long, covering the land yet it still feels to soon. But we both cannot stay and share this land, there is simply no room. As spring begins to melt me away, I know I must return to my icy tomb. Though I do not feel sadness or feel any gloom. In months time I’ll arrive again for my wave to resume.