Winter

Winter has come and the quiet
Of the lush landscape is audiable
As the lands freeze over
And the wild green of summer
Rests it's weary head
Beneath the quilt of snow

 

Seeds and dormant plants
Snuggle in their hollows
And the icicle hung morning
Twinkles in it's crisp gown
Of snow and frost and chill
And all is still

Author's Note

This was inspired by a late winter storm we just had.