WINTER

When morning came
The fog lifted
Cold damp lay upon the world
Frost burnt plants
Sagged sullenly
All hope gone

The ravages of Winter
Scoured sodden ground
Limp, leafless, lifeless
Under a leaden sky
Yet, not so long before
Hot sun beamed down on
Every little thing
And brought forth
New life, teeming

It will be all right

MA. Winter 2017