Winters Cold Song

A tired autumn slowly surrenders To a virulent winter with the strike Of winters hammer on its cold anvil. Autumn threw old leaves off trees And when they didn't fall caused The wind to blow them away. The trees are now bare, water is Now drawn up into their trunk. They Wait upon the ravages of frost and ice. A weak watery yellow sun tries its Best to smile, but it is getting low on The horizon and it's all too much effort. The birds shiver in naked branches, Only ivy comes to their rescue as the Cold winter wind begins to bite. The once red and golden leaves have Now turned mushy on paths and Along cold windy country lanes. With winter comes hope. Snowdrops Will push through frozen earth to Add colour to winters drab coat. Soon winter will grow old and wane And spring will blossom daffodils, and Tree buds will soon start greening. Life will once again flourish with Birdsong, and new lambs in fields as Spring rains brings new life and fresh hope.