The snow hasnât quite fallen,
but the ground and the fauna has hardened
cracks appear and tiredness has taken its toll
One too many winters have been and gone,
But the winter, wasnât always here;
It remembers the spring and the summer
It remembers the young fresh feelings
It longs for the return or spring
Even with its weathered cracks,
its faded leaves, its snow capped peaks,
Itâs wilting branches and air of defeat.
No, it remembers, it waits and it longs.
There have been times when the spring has come early
times when the two have met, have overlapped
The coldness and isolation was eased then,
It Was warmer then, the winter was reminded what it once was.
What still lay within, desperate and lonely.
Yet these natural yet unnatural alliances never last and rarely occur;
They are fleeting, invigorating and yet damaging to their environment.
Taking their toll as the youthful fresh warmth, rapid in its change;
erodes the tired winters limited life, whilst it tries in vain to cling to that which was;
that which has passed and can no longer be.
Like a strong wind it lifts the weight briefly and passes
The weight once again returns if not heavier,
the air is thicker, the earth harder and yet more broken.
Yet, despite this it longs and as decay beckons, it longs, it always longs.
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