WHEN WINTER CRADLES SPRING

Winter beckons spring....

WHEN WINTER CRADLES SPRING
(Rime couee)

As snow begins her journey from these peaks,
With melting season's change where beauty speaks...
I hear her sweetly sing.
She often stops to linger on the creek,
With winds of chill to give her last critique...
When winter cradles spring.

She slowly makes her way past colors brown,
And bending low she moists the barren ground...
As if to say good bye.
Then bidding fond adieu she makes a sound,
Which I am want to hear while homeward bound...
My spirit oft' times cries.

Approaching Lily Lake I see her lace,
The morning snowdrift settles with a trace...
Upon the naked trees.
But nestled in between the rocks in place,
I see a tiny flower's yellow face...
And know that spring birthed these.

The small and fragile gift of this bouquet,
Brings back the words of winter heard today...
My time is nevermore.
When winter cradles spring...she's here to stay,
I bid farewell to ermine pow'rs at play...
And waltz through season's door.
~~
(Written in 2006)

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Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

I remember when you posted this way back when. The image of the yellow flower peeking through the rocks is just exquisite. The rhyming is incredible...spot on. I have said it before, Sharon, you are a nature girl and the mountains are your home. Spring will be here before you know it. If Mother Nature reads this, she will speed things up! :) Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

Ah...what a splendid review Lydi! You've always been a loyal supporter of my nature write and I appreciate you so much. Right now its 20 degrees,we have 2 feet of snow in the yard and we expect a bit more this week. But you also know that I really enjoy it! Thanks for being a friend. ~SP

[B. Boileau]

Natural words about nature. I can picture old man winter opening the door for lady spring. You have grace in your pen Sharon. This is a beautiful picture you've painted.
bill

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you very much Bill for a lovely review! I always enjoy writing about nature and especially about winter, which I love. Can we say snowshoeing boys and girls? ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this...that idea that winter would greet and say good-bye to spring as she passes by her...

a few words, a few more flakes, a couple shivers, and see ya later.


a spring will be here to stay until she decides it's time to greet summer.

[Miss Sharon]

It's always a pleasure to have a nice review from you my friend. Thank you! ~Sharon