THE DEATH OF WINTER
Warm, gentle rain was falling on the ice cold snow
And slowly raising in mist winter spirits did gracefully go
Upward, heaven bound to dissipate and fade too slowly way,
Yes, the death of winter started with the gentle rain today.
Rivers are now flowing and many clear patched can be seen
In lakes of every size and the wind is no longer keen.
Rocks and shrubs appear from under the vanishing snow.
Rising mists proclaims the death of winter, we will let her go.
Warm sun with sometimes refreshing showers of rain,
Kindly causes the death of winter, she feels no real pain,
Her glorious, wonderful reign is now coming to an end
And we all need at last, sweet spring to be our friend.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson March 31, 2006