Winter’s Gift

Now summer’s leaden blanket lies shredded
Extended shadows spread their creeping chill
Excoriated earth parched and weathered
Cloaked in misty pall, unheralded, still.
Branches once clothed in luscious feath’ry green
Now curl in withered spindly self-pity
Silent fragility, the new crowned queen
Barren and stark her own kind of pretty.
Then studded across this landscape of brown
Jewels and gems are witnessed to flourish
Orange and red, the bright hues of sundown
The soul with their vibrancy to nourish.
This bare season’s beauty, joy to the heart
Winter’s sweet flow’ring the hope for restart.

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