SteevAK

Golden clouds drift across a blue meadow
Melting into one; a blanket of gray.
Towering above the valley below,
Waves of frozen mounts block the Sun’s warm ray.

Trees, strip’d by Fall of their verdant glory,
Shackled by the ice chains of Winter’s white.
Proud sentinels, standing pale and hoary,
Guarding their sap from death by Cold’s cruel might.

With an icy grip, Winter rules the land.
Quickly the Sun slides away in defeat.
With Cold and Night at his right and left hand
Winter’s frosty tyranny is complete.

“March!” calls out Spring to his friends, Warmth and Light.
Winter dethroned, fleeing are Cold and Night.

-By Steven Barnett