Winter

Dark clouds came into my world, last week.
And onto this land, my home, began to weep.

The sun had lost it's so noble perch, of high.
Left for the dark clouds, to rule this wintry sky.

Upon this land, no blossom stirred it's scented head.
Laid waste to all and all it seemed, where dead.

Though then, through darkened wintersome light.
White flakes of snow, to turn this landscape bright.

This bleakened land of mine,oh now so pure and true.
Full shrouded neath the layers, this satin whitened hue.

Now upon this picture, framed pure, so saintly white.
Some movement stirred, to show it's deathly plight.

All creatures seldom seen, are now tracked to show their way.
Each frantic in their cause, to survive another day.

So life it seems, still turns in winter's clutching hands.
Though life is often missed, by the tainted eye of man.

Through this wintered land, the fauna there does strive.
In hopes of when spring does spawn, the flora back alive.