EDGE OF WINTER IN SPRING WOOD

 

A Companion Piece to ‘Sheba’s Cottage’.


EDGE OF WINTER IN SPRING WOOD

Winter forays with silent ease,

only icy chills reveal it’s intent,

the woodland to quickly freeze,

unopposed, now summer’s spent.

Spartan branches to me reveal

slim faint lines of crystal white,

where frost now starts to steal

all the colours from my sight.

This bitter Virus starts to take

for itself this once lush space,

a kingdom of Cold so to make,

with frost Drape Trees like Lace.

Neither plant nor tree can resist

the tireless invader’s steady march,

though still all forest life does exist

below the sheet of glacial starch.

With a glance at the sugared path,

ever weaving amongst the Trees,

I realise that all Winter’s Wrath,

which spirits away the leaves,

could not ever lay to waste

the Wood, with it’s snow or rain,

for always will it be replaced

when Spring returns again.

 

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