You are like the winter wind

You are like the winter wind, cold and bare,
That blows the seasons trumpets loud and shrill,
And brings the bitter frosts that chill the air,
To silence natures laughter, and to still
The mountain springs, where noisy waters run
To meet the streams and rivers far below,
Now frozen in their banks beneath the sun
Entombed within the ice and flawless snow
And yet your beauty shines though cold and true,
Where starlight falls on frost to dance and glow
And trees of ice that show the brightest hue,
To sparkle as the sun reflects the snow.
The season of the dead is cold and raw
Where nature waits to meet the coming thaw


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