Winter is Beauty

As mornings light dawns anew,

I see a blanket now covering the dew.

No longer gentle clear drops cover the earth,

In there place white shard like flakes.

Twinkling as light catches its eye,

And in such beauty, I do cry.

For the world is wrapped in white today,

And a new season has come to play.

With tree limbs coated in an eerie glow,

And fat fleck of snow fall ever so slow.

Earths resting death is so lovely,

And yet we see it so painfully.

Could it be just I, who sees wonder?

And has come to ponder…

The delicate beauty of ice and snow,

Coined with its danger and sorrow.

For I can simple not accept,

This lovely winter song is not loved?

Is it because it is not a spring rhyme?

Or blissful summer time?

Do we only love death when it is called fall,

For the world still dazzles us with color.

And put away our joy,

And call winter a broken toy.

But each morning, when I rise

The sun comes up after I.

To show me a world glistening in ice,

Taking my breath away like a beautiful vice.