Soft voice trickles
Tree leaves hush symbols
Tin roof beats monotone
Cars past spreading mist
Calm world sways
Birds sing choruses
Scattering between drops
Morning light glows
Glistening trees still
Earth awakes drowsy
I worked land normal frozen
Pulling weeds and moving winters kill.
I basked in the Sun.
With great pleasure stealing extra days.
No one told me the price.
Not a whisper of Winters cold heart.
Her jealous and rage have come due.
My precious spring colors buried.
Purples, reds, yellows..now white!
From Hells own cold heart must this be born