The woods are shook this time of year
Quiet too as you can hear
And covered in a carpet white
All living things seem out of sight
The little brook that babbled cheer
Has slowed to but a weeping tear
Beset upon and choked in ice
Is stilled beneath a winter vise
Yet little signs of life appear
To signal winter's end is near
As crocus peep their little heads
Out from their whited forest beds
In colors pink and colors blue
They signal spring is coming due
Too soon be spread out far and wide
By dint of winter's waning tide
Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Winter's Wane
Published by Family Friend Poems November 24, 2025 with permission of the Author.
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