The winter land lies
In suspended animation
Part of life’s eternal
cycle
And with it, paused
Is its Infinite
variety
But as the earth turns
Mother natures seed
waits
Beneath the February
snows
The winter land lies
In suspended animation
Part of life’s eternal
cycle
And with it, paused
Is its Infinite
variety
But as the earth turns
Mother natures seed
waits
Beneath the February
snows
Winter maiden
Draped afresh
In a pure white
Unsullied cloak
Hugging her contours
Uncorrupted
In its perfect purity
Her Pristine draperies
Like crisp white linen
Lying undisturbed
Nature’s maiden
In her winter coat
The wondrous beauty
Of your pale white
skin,
That seductive
landscape
Pure as exotic silk
Fresh as winter snow
Moonlight glints
On the silent vales
Dressed crisply
In winters cloak
Lying like rippled
silk
On the frozen land
On a stormy night
As strangers’ slumber
Around the gables
The wild wind howled
And rain hit the panes
Like thrown gravel
As the lightning
struck
And thunder growled
When we come out
Of winters shadow
And it’s finally spring
There is fire in my heart.
And a lightness in my step
And the world seems
full
Of infinite
possibilities
The heavily laden
Mountain slopes
Slowly shed their winter coat
Beginning the slow spring melt
The snow and ice
Releasing the water
Imprisoned within it
Metamorphosing as it seeps
Into every crevice
Rivulets gently trickling
Into dormant streams
Gaining volume and momentum
As it tumbles downward
Swelling and growing
Feeding cascading waterfalls
And white water rapids
As it races to the valleys below
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day