Winter

in summers golden fragrant mews

the winter hides his weary head

and whispers to the autumn mists

while icy fingers wake the dead



the giant looms o'er grassy hills

and casts his glance on sunny dales

he breaths sharp frost on infant soil

and strides through rain and stormy gales



and while the summer bows her head

he sits upon his glacial throne

and issues orders to the land

and turns the once soft earth to stone



and as the skies grow darker still

the frozen rivers cease to flow

his life begins to fade and die

laid out upon this bed of snow



until the gentle shoots of spring

emerge from out this winter bed

and new life spreads across the land

replacing what was cold and dead