Winter

Days are changing,
Light is fading,
The smell is somewhat new.
Spiders flee,
Life is freed,
While cold starts to seep through.
Run inside,
Sleep the night,
As angels grace the earth.
Their footprints leaving
An undeceiving
White, where once was dirt.

Water stops,
Along with the clock,
To see the queen of snow.
Her dainty hair,
And features so fair,
Appear to start to glow.
A glittery scene,
Awaits her, keen,
With promise of new life.
Preserved in a state,
The flowers wait,
For the start again of time.

Emerging slowly,
To grace the lonely,
The petals of the sky.
They dance and sway,
Till fear goes away,
 Before landing, soft and white.
Sunsets of gold,
And rises foretold,
Of beauty we'll soon see.
The silence of night,
Makes the world seem right,
As we wait for life to be.