Ode to Winter

Oh Winter, it is your time.  
Your powdery slow is melting, your days are getting warm
The season, no longer in its prime.
Your beautiful icicles, beginning to deform.

But as sad it is to see,
The new coming season is here
Nothing grows in the cold-
But spring brings a buzzing bee!
Chirping birds will make you cheer
So, in with the new, out with the old!