It is not Dead

It is not dead…

Beneath the hush

Of powdered brush

Beneath the shield

Of glistening field

Beneath the shroud

Of flurried cloud

Beneath the dark

Of frost-clenched bark

Beneath the plume

Of snowflake-bloom

Beneath the sheaf

Of fallen leaf

Beneath the shrine

Of argent pine

Beneath the glow

Of virgin snow

Beneath the gleam

Of frigid stream

Beneath the knell

Of gilded dell

...It is not dead

Beneath the white-washed winter slope

Waits the resurgence of  Spring’s Hope

Janet~