Winter

A Poem by Gareth C.

A short blank verse about winter

"for Ruth"

Winter wanders
on its endless path
touching the sleepless vegetation
leaving death in its wake.
The beauty of the glistening frost
belies its true nature,
the stark days of gloom,
with grey clouds so low they smother all below them.
Birds thawing in decaying nests,
on lifeless trees.
The thick miasma
wraps its cloak around the world
still and waiting
knowing its time is short
but
essential.
It waits, leering in its cave
for the young form of spring
to come tripping by,
dropping snow-drops in her footsteps,
bringing life
back
to the land.