Swirls of winter snow built up
Elegant peaks and swales.
‘Neath the relentless rays of March’s sun,
Winter’s power pales.
The shapes of winter disintegrate,
Quaint gnomes with crooked beards
And odd-shaped caps of upturned soil,
Comical and weird.
Little frost sail-shapes across the pond
Appear only on early spring dawn.
When they’re struck by the sun’s first rays,
They’re forever gone.
The first green spears of grass appear;
Rippling brooklets start to sing,
And Old King Winter’s castle
Trickles into spring.
©2010 Carol Morfitt