Weekend

Winter's Light

by John Mark Green

Winter's light is pale and weak,

the sun has lost its might.

Day surrenders early to

the tyranny of night.

The icy wind wield daggers

and strip the trees quite bare.

Snow and ice invade the land,

subduing all that is there.

The spark of life stays hidden,

beneath the frozen ground:

bouquets of color slumbering

till springtime comes around.