Winter

cold is the winter
blessed is the fall
dead are the leaves
silenced are the winds
dry is the grass
ruthless is the cold
And merciless is the fog
and Destroyed is the chaos
And awakened is the night
Desturbed is the raven
And laid are the tombs
Each awaiting the first breath of spring
Each awaiting the first kiss of the sun
One is dreading the first touch of spring
Spring is the unsung spirit
And winter is the unseen force of death