• Spring’s Winter 

Winter so longed to bring Spring inside,

and unveil her heart fireside.

You see, Winter knew her end was near;

Sounds of birds chirping rang clear.

Nature’s seasons are a strange wild thing

Tied together—a soulful ring.

So, Spring soon sensed Winter’s aching need;

Her solemn message she did heed. 

Spring ventured bravely from her terrain,

Scaling a blizzard, in pain.

With her budding soul she still trudged,

Reaching Winter’s door, a tiny nudge.

Finally, the first time they did meet;

Spring bowing at her iced feet

Each day Spring did as the one before

To be with her a little more.

As she drew close to Winter’s hearth,

Peace she brought—a kind rebirth.

Tucked beneath the warmest shades of Spring,

Winter smiled, her lines sparkling.

Even as her cool breath grew weary;

Her spirit roused, almost cheery.

And so, when the end finally came,

Spring stayed with her all the same.

Sunlit snowflakes laced her bluish cheeks,

As Winter soon fell asleep.

Parts of a poem from Angie Weiland-Crosby