Song of Winter

By Andrew Smith

The cold winds of February blow
Through the sleeping trees.
The slumbering giants hear the songs
Sung through the winter breeze.

The gray clouds blanket all the sky
In the halting, chilling veil,
And the winter song sings through it all
In it’s otherworldly wail.

All can feel, but fewer know
The frozen melody
From hidden sky to silent earth
And across the icy sea.

But soon the breathing sky will warm,
And soon the trees will wake.
The song will fade to memory,
And all its splendor take.

Photo by Erika Riggs; do not copy