WinterGlittering gems of winter, Shimmer on the ground, Jewels adorn the valley, Laid without a sound, Touch of icy fingers, Trailing across the land, Turning all beneath them, To white – like shifting sand. Vanishing with the sunrise, Hovering as day dawns, Dancing over meadows, Sharp to touch, like thorns, Tiny drops of water, Anoint the ground below, Return from whence you came, We mourn not as you go. You leave behind a treasure, Promise of new life, Snug beneath the surface, Sustained through winters strife, Budding shoots of springtime, Testify to your presence, Come harsh frost, assault us, Natures bountiful essence. |