It's winter now!
The proud standing Maples,
So grand and green in summer,
Have doffed their verdant raiment
And briefly clad themselves in glowing red;
Only to shed their ruddy leaves
And stand, still proud, with bared fingers
Reaching towards the sky.

The sky is gray!
Not often, now, the azure tints of summer-time,
But glowering clouds!
Laden with snow!
Preparing to spread a blanket, virgin white
Upon the fading landscape,
Turning the melancholy fields and woods
Into a wonderland, so pure, so clean.

But sad!
This snow-clad beauty
Shrouds a danger, ever present in our winter months.
It's cold!
The ice-tipped winds will quick invade unwary hands and feet,
And though they make the cheeks as ruddy as the fallen Maple Leaves,
This glow soon turns to ghost-white patches;
Cold-burned and lifeless: Frost-bitten!

How pitiable
We can't be like those creatures,
prepared for winter's perils,
Who hibernate till springtime beckons them,
Spreading her emerald glory
On the now yet sleeping land.
Would that WE could sleep
And wake to find our world
Once more bedecked in beauty,
No longer harbouring danger;
But crying to us, "Rejoice!"

The spring WILL come at winter's end!

Youth Is A State Of The Soul -
Nothing To Do With Age, But Everything To Do With Attitude.
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