Winter to Spring

by Pamusart

It's Fall in the forest; falling leaves sigh,
as blustering winds converge in the sky.
Some pattering rain now peppers the trees,
and turns into snow as temp'ratures freeze.

A quilt has been sewn with red, rust and white,
from soggy remains of Autumn's delight.
This dark dreary sky has birds on the wing.
Those songbirds that fly away until Spring.

Deserted by now, the voices are gone.
The forest lies still amid the gray dawn.
A Christmas card beauty stands all alone,
where snowflakes collect, and cover a cone.

The colors of winter; black, gray and white,
suppress all the hues that can’t find the light.
But, deep down below the blanket of snow,
the seedlings and bulbs are starting to grow.

When snow starts to melt, and Spring does arrive,
all life will return and nature will thrive.
Until now and then, the sun has to rest,
but, soon will give Spring a colorful dress.

Unable to see the underground sprout,
we pout and we cry for spring to come out.
The winter gives time for new life to stir,
ensuring that Spring is bound to occur.

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Winter guards all life that will grow in the Spring. Like an igloo, the snow is a warm blanket.

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Winter guards life that Spring is going to need

Winter to Spring

by Pamusart

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