After a few snowy, blowy days winter's late arrival seems forgotten!
Then, true to form he came, storming earth’s motley frame of
trees
Infamous for his bully ways he brawled all through the night
And howled all through the morning-noon, he wrung a thousand
seas
His tardiness forgotten as he swathed the world with white
No more the brooding loneliness of bronze wide-open fell
No more the moody platinum of lowered heavens weep
Now hill and rill, now nook and crook and every dip and dell
Is like a featherbed spread with pillows and throws
knee-deep
To everything there is a time and season; columbine
And violet and daffodil and kindred perfumed plume
Are evermore the sweeter for their slumber where the vine
Is brittle for a little while then refurbished with bloom
So, while the wind whimpers at doors and wails at
windowpanes
And Old Man Winter is a troubadour of chilling verse
Pour summer’s sought-for second cups and dream a dream of
lanes
Fragrant with newborn flowers that soon springtime will
disperse
© Janet Martin
Hang in there y'all...it's a fight to the finish-a flight to flowers:)
...and butterflies
...and sun-kissed sand
...and sunset beaches
...a finish-line of gold
...and blue
...and green
Winter is so pretty - but yes, nothing takes the place of blue and green. Beautiful words.
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