The Evolutionary Poets Consortium Forum WINTER

To which I have awoken

Whispers softly upon me

The subtle signs of change

For the aroma of distant fire

Has joined the newly fallen frost

To greet me in the dim of dawn

Declaring

That time has at long last

Carried me safe and whole

To that final season 

Wherein I might take my rest

And though I know

The coming days be short

With fleeting strength

Of light and warmth

Yet, I relish to behold

The delicate beauty

And symbol�d purity

Of a world adorned in white

Which in joy lifts my heart

Not only to recall

The dear memories

Of seasons past

But to as well look forward

Into the brilliance of white

Which lies beyond

The driven snow

�Jeff Bresee