Listen to the crystal patterings
A world of silence interrupted
Only by the whisperings of icy
Tapping on frozen blades.
Everywhere the blooms of Spring
Have set their vibrant heads
Sunward, stretching in joyous
Celebration of the rebirth.
But crafty Winter has one more
Trick tucked neatly in its sleeves.
And shakes its sparking white
Lacy blanket to cover tender shoots.
Though I would, I cannot mourn
This last hurrah of aging season.
The beauty of its silent fall
Commands my heart to hear.
And with my eyes to view
The wonder of a late snowfall
Adorning Spring's delights and
Urging peace in heart and soul.
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