Winters End
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It gives life a time to reflect on an unclothed transparency seer.
Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.
Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering.
Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.
While nature, dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.
The sun is warm, but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils shows their prominence.
So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch this enlightening scene.
Oh, you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!
Edward J Ebbs - January 11, 2015
Written for a Contest, Winters End
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
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