A Journey To Find Winter

Down and through a whitened wood,
Across where Mother Nature stood,
As we balance feet on frozen streams
And white blankets cover floral dreams:
Our necks can scarce remember
The gleam of late September:
Skin tightens now in shivers, quick
As an icy glance from a slick
Mistress; Winter – now you’re here
To queen it, though you’d liefer disappear.
We surrender flowers – you turn your nose,
With a screaming wind that knows
We recked not of that poison
Turns you to flight, makes moisten
The soil for life, the ground,
For fragrance fresh, new bluebells’ sound:
We thought of you, of Winter, long ago,
In the greenwood walk, where secrets never show.