Winter’s cold is Mother Nature’s way <br />Of saying, lie with me now, lay your head on my breast <br />It’s snow, a blanket under which to lay <br />Neath a crystal cover, enjoying winter's cold caress <br /> <br />Frost rimed windows … Mother Nature’s art <br />Icy abstractions painted with frosty finesse <br />Crystalline concoctions that form only a part <br />Of Mother Natures wonderful winter largesse <br /> <br />Ice coated limbs of slope shouldered trees <br />droop drowsily down as if fallen asleep <br />Unable to sway in winter’s frigid breeze <br />Appear as white mounds, when the snow drifts deep <br /> <br />The stillness one hears on cold winter nights <br />Broken by the sudden crack of ice laden boughs <br />The ethereal essence of undulating northern lights <br /> Headlights in the sky for Nature’s snowplows <br /> <br />All is withdrawn, in awe of Nature’s might <br />Willingly waiting, deep neath frozen ground <br />Safely sequestered, from winter’s cruel bite <br />In warm tunnels and burrows, til spring comes around <br /> <br />Mother Nature invites winter into her domain <br />Cohabits with coldness, wantonly sleeps with Jack frost <br />Yet finds cold winter quickly falls to disdain <br />Invites in the spring…and tells winter to get lost <br /> <br />Mother Nature is fickle…and also the boss!<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-can-be-fickle/
