Winter's Birth

                   


Autumn’s twilight gently falls,
as winter whispers, icy breath.
Soft lullaby for earth now calls,
upon the season’s gentle death.


Gone the leaves and harvest moon
As winter brings much needed rest,
Sings her melancholy tune,
lays all to sleep upon Earth’s breast.


Rest good Earth now slumber deep,
Do not be troubled and forlorn.
Dream the promise you must keep,
The flowering of your springtime born.