Oh, the magic of snow!
So very apt as that has put in a surprise appearance round here today!
This white blanket cocoons Nature’s secrets:
In the cold of Winter, She sets to work.
Casting out the old and dying,
She cleanses the earth in readiness
For things to be reborn.
Stripped tree frames reach skyward,
Their barren branches laid bare,
The forest and its occupants sleeping
While She does not.
All too soon ice returns to water,
New life flows to the extremities:
Buds spring forth,
Green shoots tentatively show their heads
Whilst ‘bells and ‘drops show their faces.
Winter is not the end,
It is the magical beginning.